Good King Toff he looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When an unemployed man came in sight
Nickin’ Tesco’s fuel

Hither, butler, and stand by me
If thou know it telling
Yonder pleb, who is he
Where and what his dwelling
Sire, he lives a good league hence
And has no home worth callin’
In a bedsit near Tottenham Court Road
In which the poor are crammed in

Bring me my whip, with its tails of nine
Bring me police dogs hither
Thou and I will see him whine
When we bear the thither
Butler and King Toff, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind’s wild lament
And the bitter weather

In his master’s step he trod
Where the snow lay dented
Heat was in the very sod
Which King Toff had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or not in a tax haven
Ye who oppress the poor
Are but mean and craven

lenin nightingale 2014

Wishing all those who share a desire for a fairer, more compassionate world, a peaceful Christmas and positive New Year.

Lenin and Carol


About leninnightingale

A nurse who for decades challenged the nursing establishment, echoing the voices of the silent many- the downtrodden nurses, students, care assistants, patients, and relatives that the 'system' overlooks. This site will present issues that many fear to engage in, prefering to believe what they are told by the Government's 'Ministry of Truth' (i.e. 'Lies').
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