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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: November 22, 2019      Views: 49

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I am English. I love writing and reading poetry, it is my passion. I have published on Amazon "Dolly's Poems", and I am always looking to improve and learn from others. I look forward to reading your work, kind regards Dolly x

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We Begin the story - Page 1
"A Christmas Carol Rhyme, Page 1" by Dolly'sPoems

“He is quite dead! Dead as a dormant nail. . .”
His grasping partner starts our terror tale;
as Scrooge and Marley were the best of friends,
their miserable deeds would have no end.

When Marley died, Scrooge on a mournful course
continued on with life without remorse,
a selfish man, now spent his time alone,
his heavy heart was made of solid stone.

Scrooge stooped with age, and had a stiffened gait,
a lonely man, his heart was filled with hate,
with shrivelled cheeks and pointed crooked nose,
a hard demeanour, Scrooge always proposed.

It had been seven years, they quickly passed,
the snowy streets were white and icing fast;
a coach and six came galloping-on through,
the carol singers sang, and sleighs just flew.

His counting house was dark and bitter cold,
his clerk was meek, and Scrooge held tight control.
The room was dank, no real good will invested,
this miser was a man greatly detested.

At Christmas time when Scrooge was always grim,
his frosty word, dismissive, full of sin.
his Nephew called and heard old Scrooge convey.
“Humbug to you!  I won’t cheer up this day.”


 

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Over the next two weeks I shall be telling the tale of A Christmas Carol, in rhyming verses. I published this book in 2015 and you now have the opportunity to read the entire story here on Fanstory. I hope you enjoy it and it puts you in the mood for the celebration to keep the spirit of Christmas alive. Love Dolly x
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