Pictures Of Lenin. 

How they heaved that lump of Lenin:
 a grand undignified upseating.
  He has no standing anymore!
The statues and the statutes,
 like revered old scrolls,
are falling and bouncing like hollow logs;
 dead records of a dead man's doctrine.

He swayed for a while
with that enigmatic smile;
a male Mona Lisa
leaning like the Tower of Pisa,
a contemporary artwork of the wery wery best,
and the soldiers pulled him down!
Oh Lenin, Lenin, where are you now?
    Hoist by your own petard!

And hoisted again, lurching and legless,
 gesticulating like a bumptious drunk;
  fatuous, not serious.
The crowds chanted, quite enchanted,
as he went to a rest home where old statues go.
I wonder what the old guard think:
 A vulgar vote song?
But it doesn't matter;
they have no standing anymore.

 The comradeship sank with some of the crew,
and the rest must learn the ropes that manage the hardship;
it,s a long haul to the other side of winter
 if you're trying not to starve on the way.
But the stern Russian style is tempered with laughter:
Lenin no longer pulls the strings;
  at last - the people do!