Just read this on FB
(With acknowledgements to a GN member whose name I cannot reveal but she will know who she is! )
Are you all sitting comfortably
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the nation,
There was misery, poverty and great deprivation
Some stockings were empty, some fridges were bare, The heating turned off, little money to spare
Boris Johnson was cosy, and quaffing champagne. Cognac and Port, so he’s feeling no pain
Stuffing his chops on goose flesh and gammon.
Caviar, Stilton and the finest smoked Scottish salmon.
The homeless are shivering in cardboard containers. Ex - Servicemen, youngsters, both Leave and Remainers
The nurses and doctors are still searching for beds. With a shortage of staff, of money and meds.
The Mogg’s singing carols with moguls and bankers. Hedge funders, financiers and various w*nkers. Admiring his baubles and pulling his crackers. Rejoicing that he's got us all by the knackers.
Your Gran’s in the corridor, still waiting on the trolley .
While the Chancellor’s counting the last of his lolly. And Grandad’s in pieces, stemming his tears
Though they’ve paid their dues these past sixty years
But hey, Gove’s on the sherry and is quite off his ( . )( . )
While his missus is battered and doing the splits
Drunken ID Smith is a singing along with the Pogues
With the rest of the mob and a few Russian rogues
The kids who are dreaming of gifts in the morning won’t get them- their benefits were stopped without any warning .
While those millionaires, who's dosh is in off-shore accounts
Will be rubbing their hands as the total mounts
And the Waspi woman is alone in her kitchen
Has long given up on Dancer and Blitzen
She was robbed of her pension, they don’t give a ? That she’s freezing and hungry on Christmas Eve night.
And now, here’s the end of my last festive story
Don't forget to vote- unless you're a Tory'
