(20 minute poetry)

There will be homeless this
Christmas,
some not so old,
There will be homeless this
Christmas,
out in the cold and
there'll be warmth and wine
for some, that's quite fine
this Christmas.

And while the Tories tell stories of pixies and elves
there will be beggars on Broadway who talk to themselves,
this Christmas.

(Let us not forget the poor folk who've yet to find a place to call their home)

Merry Christmas.


Sleigh bells ring,
Noise abatement!
the police attend and
take a statement,
nothing goes right
there's no
Silent night
It's a party in the
West end
wonderland.