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Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Next Episode ...

Part 7
Scrooge worked late till the fire died out of sight
Then set off home into the night
He reached out for his big cast iron gate
It was really dark and very late.

For a second he got a terrible scare
His door knocker slowly grew long grey hair.
Reflected in the brass Jacob his friend
The one who'd come to a sticky end.

Part 8
It vanished as quickly as it had come,
Scrooge must have drunk too much rum.
He went up the stairs up to his room,
And lit a candle to ease the gloom.

He strode to the kitchen and made some tea
The snuggled down on his settee.
He went to sleep, he went out like a light.
He woke with a start in the middle of the night.

Part 9
He heard some groans and a clanking chain,
His life would never be the same.
What could it be? His eyes grew wide
His tummy rumbled deep inside.

Jacob Marley stood before him, his skin glowing green
Scrooge went white he began to scream.
I've come to warn you, you miserable man.
You must change your ways if you possibly can.

Part 10
Humbug, nonsense, balderdash.
I've never heard such utter trash.
I'm serious cried Jacob, you must change your mind
Be nice to people try to be kind.

I'll send three friends to put you straight
I really hope it's not too late
With that he floated above the floor,
Then walked straight out through a solid door.

Part 11
Scrooge trembled then shook with fear
Had Jacob his friend really been here?
He got into bed wrapped the sheet around his head
He prayed very hard that he was'nt dead.

The clock struck one, he woke once more
The figure of a child peeped through the door.
I've come to show you times gone by,
Back through the time with me you must fly.

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