Ronnie Knight - a love poem

Madame Mao is distraught.

Ronnie Knight the 60s gangster is living in sheltered accommodation at the age of 73.

Ronnie, a former associate of the Krays who was married to Barbara Windsor for 21 years, was the archetypal Costa Criminal. He fled the UK after the £6 million Security Express bullion robbery in the 80s and served four years for money laundering after returning to the UK ten years later because he was home sick.

Now he lives in a £360 a month room and kitchen in a sheltered block in Cambridge.

Fellow inmates claim he doesn’t join them for day trips or dominoes.

Pah! How can such a man give up so easily?

The Chairman was in his first flush of youth at 70 and went on to give guidance and wise council to the people for generations after that.

Knight is a mere boy compared to many of the heroes of the revolution who cheated death by serving the people as waxen effigies long after the dark night in creaking mausoleums.

Despite his claims in 2002 that if the 'right job came along' he would consider it, Knight has degenerated into a withered pap and tool of the ruling classes who seek to criminalise the working classes of London's East End.

Madame Mao is in the huff. I think I fancied him a little with his flash sports cars and sovereign rings. Such a change from the drab conformity.