Three rusting vans
A mattress and a bent garden gate
Just some of the things that visitors see
If they stumble into the estate
The park's even worse
A ditched stolen purse
Its contents obviously gone
Bin bags and tyres, the remnants of fires
And underwear litter the lawn
A syringe and a knife, that took someone's life
A reminder of hardship and woe
Some locals walk by
They scream and they cry
Like extras in a poor zombie show
The authorities declare
Improvements in the air
Marketing men are employed
Yet all is the same, the grime still remains
But to them the past is now void
"We're building a tower!
And there's four trains an hour
Don't miss out, please visit now
Windsor's next door
They've got a castle and more
Good Morning! Welcome to Slough"
(with apologies to the good people of Slough... all four of you)
By Jonathan Dickie
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