A Christmas Carol by Barrie

[cameron]

In dingy corner
Cripply Tim was playing with his crutch,
his frailty father scribes for Scrooge,
who doesn't pay him much.

One day when Stooge
Was nose to door, the knocker made a face,
Bob Marley's ghost it mocked him sore,
and sung him to disgrace.

"Oh Scrote," it moaned,
"these chains you see, they hang my legs with sin,
all clattery rattle, rattley clang,
they scrapeful down my shin!

"Full ghostlies three
will visit thee upon this Christmas night,
bad deeds with conscience prickly din,
bestowed on thee full fright!"

All trembly wake
poor sweaty Scrool, in nightly cap and gown,
made hail a ragged, raggly rag,
a deal for half-a-crown.

"Oh, scruffy sod!"
he hailed the lad, with gravy in his voice,
"Pray run to Christmas Day and back,
a butcher my first choice."

With lessons full
from Christmas Eve, old Snooge bought him a goose,
he cooked it up for Tiny Tom,
and set his budgie loose.