A Christmas Carol for the NHS

Good king Jeremy Hunt looked out
so did Simon Stevens
healthcare crisis all about
they were disbelieving.
“There’s no problem on the wards
waiting times are super.
Moan too much, we’ll sell the lot
to our friends at Bupa.”
Long term sick and elderly
shoved where you can’t see’em,
care from cradle to the grave
now in a museum.

Trolleys for the dying poor,
posh wards for the wealthy
don’t expect an ambulance –
pray that you stay healthy.
Give us back our stolen wards,
two hundred beds and counting.
Give us back our hospitals:
hear the anger mounting
Pay our nurses what they’re worth,
cherish those who mend you:
Happy Christmas, NHS,
we’ll always defend you.