A Beat Box rythem to everybody's favorite christmas asshole.
The meanest mother dude to inspire a rhyme
He had snowy white hair, and gave town folks a scare
He took all the money from the poor, he didn't care
What was rare, when he dared to cut back
Never gave his assistant a bit of slack
He made the man suffer just like the plague
Even though his only son couldn't use his leg
Terrorized every single living person the most
In fact, the only one he didn't scare was a ghost
A friend til the end, to hell he was sent
Punished for his crime of taking every single cent
And while Scrooge cowered in his new forlorning
His old friend, the ghost, gave him a single warning
You may hide away, but although you might fear it
Eventually, you'll have to see three spirits
The first, of the past, got Scrooge pretty riled
Showed him all the things he did as a child
Climbed the social ladder, dropped weight with a clatter
Even dumped his woman, you could hear her heart shatter
His skin grew pale, his soul turned cold
But still he did the things that the ghost had told
Met a second, the ghost of Christmas present
Took him on a ride, todays great lesson
Saw his man, assistant, comforting his son
Who sat close by, couldn't have any fun
At all the grief, Scrooge had to stare
And he did care, when he saw an empty chair
The last, and third time, when the grump was tossed back
He was visited by a man in cloaks: jet black
Saw the last straw when he touched his own grave
Jumped back to the present so that he could be saved
Scrooge woke up, he had got the word
Went to the store, bought the biggest bird
Marched to the house where the family smiled
Shared his happy cheer, and stayed for a while
Scrooge lived his life, according to his heart
Better late than never, and what a good place to start!
And although you know it was his time to go
He left behind a boy making steps in the snow
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-08 at 06:14
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Once upon a time, there lived, in his prime,The meanest mother dude to inspire a rhyme
He had snowy white hair, and gave town folks a scare
He took all the money from the poor, he didn't care
What was rare, when he dared to cut back
Never gave his assistant a bit of slack
He made the man suffer just like the plague
Even though his only son couldn't use his leg
Terrorized every single living person the most
In fact, the only one he didn't scare was a ghost
A friend til the end, to hell he was sent
Punished for his crime of taking every single cent
And while Scrooge cowered in his new forlorning
His old friend, the ghost, gave him a single warning
You may hide away, but although you might fear it
Eventually, you'll have to see three spirits
The first, of the past, got Scrooge pretty riled
Showed him all the things he did as a child
Climbed the social ladder, dropped weight with a clatter
Even dumped his woman, you could hear her heart shatter
His skin grew pale, his soul turned cold
But still he did the things that the ghost had told
Met a second, the ghost of Christmas present
Took him on a ride, todays great lesson
Saw his man, assistant, comforting his son
Who sat close by, couldn't have any fun
At all the grief, Scrooge had to stare
And he did care, when he saw an empty chair
The last, and third time, when the grump was tossed back
He was visited by a man in cloaks: jet black
Saw the last straw when he touched his own grave
Jumped back to the present so that he could be saved
Scrooge woke up, he had got the word
Went to the store, bought the biggest bird
Marched to the house where the family smiled
Shared his happy cheer, and stayed for a while
Scrooge lived his life, according to his heart
Better late than never, and what a good place to start!
And although you know it was his time to go
He left behind a boy making steps in the snow
Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 698 times
Written on 2006-12-08 at 06:14
Tags Christmas
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