Scrooge Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

Scrooge

Rating: 4.3


Dragon like he sat, among his piles of gold
While a single candle gave
The only flickering light
Yet in the ash filled grate
No fire to give warmth
Though outside the bitter wind
Blew through any hole
Snow had fallen, snow on snow
And ice on top of it
He had to have a clerk
But made the man's life a misery
Paying him only a begruged pittance
That kept the man and his family
On the poverty stricken line
He chased away the carol singers
His nephew too, when he came to call
He kept his poor clerk working hard
Till the clock struck seven that Christmas Eve
As he walked back to his lonely house
He thought he saw a death coach
Ghostly white, trot past him
The driver toffed his hat
And wished him the compliments of the Season
He thought he saw his doorknocker change
Into the face of his dead partner
Who hollowly called his name
He sat down to his lonely supper
When suddenly all the bells did ring
He cried out, ' Humbug; I don't believe it'
But then the ghost of Marley came

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 21 September 2006

ahhh, yir playin' on me Heartstrings, you know, now, Marilyn....Alistar Simms, in my eyes, played the best Ebeneezer, albeit, the more popular version still appeard to be the Reginald Owens, originalflick...Both have a case for top honors...I just don't bond w/ all the modern day re-makes, that are no doubt spinning Dickens in his crypt....I like this a lot, Marilyn.You have an eliciting gift of storytelling via the written word'''''''''''''''FJR

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Pene Burkey 25 August 2006

Great review, Marilyn...my favorite story of the season. Yes, we all need to heed the warnings! ~PB

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