Christmas on the Court docket of King Lux
King Lux sits on his throne in a cheery paper crown.
A chilly draught whistles throughout dank flagstones.
A heavy cloud of tobacco smoke hangs within the gloom.
A couple of grubby strings of bunting
Are being hung from the ceiling.
In a pile of straw within the nook snores
The insurgent, boy prince Chip Van Winkle.
“What theme is that this 12 months’s Christmas Pantomime?,”
Asks the King hopefully into the gloom.
“Financial restoration,” solutions Chancelloress Nicorette,
Brushing a cobweb from her tattered robe.
The Ghost of Austerity Previous, Ruthless Ruth,
Floats over her shoulder, cackling silently.
“The place are my retainers? The place is the Bishop?
The place is Lord Winston? The place is my Jester Seymour?”,
Wonders the lonely King.
“They’re at one other get together,”
Solutions Sheriff Jevon, busily tapping on his iPhone.
“Excellent, Sheriff, no less than I can rely
On a Man of the Legislation,” muses the King.
Outdoors the thick and soundproofed partitions of the Fort
Comes a faint murmur like a distant roaring storm.
The lassitude of the Nice Corridor is damaged
By a guard hurrying via the doorways.
“Majesty! The individuals need bread!”
Cries the harried sentry.
King Lux holds out a paper plate with a bland stare.
“Allow them to eat Christmas Cake,”
Says the CEO of the Realm.
