The Ballad Of Binsteed Road

After the tribunal overturned PCC's decision to reduce a Binsteed Rd HMO from 4-beds to 3-beds and remove an inside loo to make space for 1 kitchen cupboard, we thought it only right to create a ballad to be sung by all at future PDPLA meetings. 

(to the tune of the Wild Rover)

In Portsmouth town by the sea,

Lived a landlady kind and free,

For twenty-five years with care,

She let her rooms with love and flair.

Liz's HMO had four beds,

Where dreams were woven, lives were led,

Till one day, a decree came forth,

From council halls, of little worth.

"Reduce your beds, cut one away,

Let three remain, and thus obey."

But Liz, with heart and courage bold,

Resolved to keep her rooms of old.

She faced the council, firm and just,

With iron will and boundless trust,

Through legal tides and daunting seas,

She fought for what she knew would please.

The judge's gavel struck the air,

A victory earned, her home laid bare,

Four beds remained, and tenants cheered,

For Liz had won, her love revered.

Now Portsmouth sings a joyful song,

Of Liz who stood, defying wrong,

Her HMO, a beacon bright,

Of steadfast heart and endless light.