Best Scrooge Poems
Old Jack hated Halloween night.
The constant ringing of his doorbell
he didn't like. So he turned off his
household lights.
His wife said, "Why did you go and
do that, Jack?" he replied "They
won't see the house, and I'll get
some rest!"
Little did Jack know that the Trick
or Treaters were determined. They
found his house, rang his doorbell
and Jacks anger just worsened!
Every time Jack got up from his
easy chair, you could hear him
mumbling to himself, and start to
swear!
The little kids would yell, "Trick
or Treat!" Jack would throw the
candy in their bags, and say half
jokingly, OK now let me be!
The doorbell would ring over
and over again. Each time the dog
would bark and Jack would cringe!
His wife would say, "Jack why
do you have to be so mean?" His
reply was, "These kids drive me
insane, non stop, that's why I hate
this Halloween!"
"Every year it's the same old
thing. The doorbell rings, and rings!"
His wife said, "Jack can't you
see the joy you bring?" "It doesn't
matter if the doorbell rings,and
rings."
"My parent's never took me
Trick or Treating. So, I never did
experience what little boys and
girls are feeling."
She felt sad for Jack she took
him by the hand and said," It's never
too late Jack, if you are willing."
They joined a group of children,
as they stopped and got some treats.
The homeowners looked at Jack in
wide- eyed disbelief!
He noticed all the fun the children
felt, as they went from door to door!
And he felt a joy overtake his heart,
and something much, much, more!
He and his wife said goodbye to
their little friends that night.
And Jack became a little boy, as he
relived his boyhood side.
Every year since he changed his
ways. Jack can't wait. To hear the
footsteps of his little friends, come,
Halloween day!
His house lights are on, and his wife
is by his side. With a great big smile
he answers the door, and acts
frighteningly surprised!
The children love Jack, it's their
favorite house to go. He fills their bags
with so much candy, their bags just
overflow.
Screwed IX Contest Rob Carmack
Ebenezeer Scrooge
Suspected subterfuge,
And his transformation seems extreme
For what was probably just a nightmarish dream!
For Andrea’s Christmas Clerihew contest
Note: I am not sure if titles of this form can be something other than the first line of the poem, but my actual title would be "Christmas Figures" if that is able to be done.
Scrooge
sour, solitary
scowling, scrimping, withholding
miser, coins, celebrator, cookies
laughing, welcoming, giving
jovial, plump
Santa
Aug 13, 2022
for Caren Krutsinger's Dazzling Dizzy Diamante Poetry Contest
Ebeneezer Scrooge -
His miserliness was huge.
The Ghost of Christmas Future gave him quite a scare.
He woke up from visions with an eagerness to share.
Ebenezer Scrooge
a miserly stooge
To him Christmas was just a humbug
Until three ghosts gave him a hug
Uncle Scrooge had lost his wallet
He went mad and chased a pullet
He fell down the glen
Ended in cow pen
Mr.Scrooge had to bite the bullet
(an oldie "light" sonnet)
The Santa that I know is not so nice.
If there's a gift I tell him that I'd like,
he only will complain about the price,
and when December comes, he goes on strike!
For Santa is no sweet and jolly gent.
For instance, when it's time to do the tree,
he hates to have to bring it from the basement;
I trim it then without the grumble-bee.
It hurts my back to put up outside lights,
But I don't bother my "dear" Claus for that.
And so our house stands naked through the nights
of Christmas time ‘cause Santa is a rat!
My Santa Baby's great at subterfuge.
So ho, ho, ho for me. I married Scrooge!
When I was in pigtails, years younger than him,
my big brother’s bedroom was filled to the brim
New comic books, from the small corner store
would light up his eyes, from the ceiling to floor
Every nickel or dime, that he earned doing chores
would be spent for the latest. A hundred or more
My brother, the neat freak, a geek,... I would say
would sort them, like treasures, kept neatly in bins
His room was off limits, from small grubby, hands
I was given such warnings, or my life was to end
Of course, in ignoring….the rules I would bend...
I loved, most, the skin-flint (That old duck that quacked!)
I'm not talking Donald, in the blue sailor suit
I'd choose Uncle Scrooge, holding big sacks of loot !
Perhaps because my brother, was a bit like that duck
A skin-flint with comics….he hoarded his stacks!
I never dared touch them, or war would be waged
Dread if I tore one, or bent just a page!
But there came on that day, that I'll never forget
My birthday arrived, almost eight, I would bet
I woke in surprise, for at the foot of my bed
Boxes of comics....a present he said
My “Big Brother, Scrooge”, with his heart so divine
Had given me love, of the comical kind !
$ $ $ $ $ $
True Story!
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For Contest: Comic Book Characters
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Revised 5/29/15
Season's grumpy greetings
Santa's humbug helpers
Sleigh bell's clanging clappers
Snowman's creepy carrot
Shifty carol crooners
Seldom enjoy eggnog
Sullen new year nonsense
Entry for the "Merry Christmas and happy new year pleiades" contest
Written 4th January 2017 - after the Christmas season
It's Christmas and my name is Ebenezer Scrooge.
I've been through a transformation that was huge.
When it came to people, I was selfish and mean.
I was so selish that I lost the girl of my dreams.
People always said Merry Christmas but I refused to hear it.
Last night I was visited by Jacob Marley and three spirits.
They showed me my past, present and future too.
Now I'm a happy man who has been born anew.
The spirits showed me the error of my ways.
Now I'll be a better man for all of my days.
I know a sick little boy and his situation is very grim.
But I will use my money and love to cure Tiny Tim.
I once said that the poor should die and decrease the surplus population.
Now I'm jolly and when I think about Christmas, I have much appreciation.
I have something to say to every man, woman, boy and girl.
I want everybody to have a Merry Christmas all over the world.
(Based on the classic 'A Christmas Carol' by Charles Dickens.)
When dark, the shivered sun of day,
now lose their spark and turn away
nightime cast's it's widow's hook,
and daytime, take's on, nightimes look.
Scrooge had lost his loving heart,
money stole, his golden spark
no thought's, with care, he played
his nephew though, was fill of praise,
He loved the thought, of christmas day
his spirits, it would raise
With joy, a bundled spark of love,
he raced off, out into the park
My uncle, will you join with us
a christmas, I'll share with love
bar-humbug not I
no christmas day, or pudding pie
What waste, upon, the world's frock,
you waste your time, with all that rot,
Bar-humbug not I.
I will not waste, my time, that way.
I'll dot my I's and cross my T's
I'll make a living that's for me,
you are not rich, you are quite poor,
what right, have you, to help the poor
I'll turn away, I will not pay,
I do not want, your christmas day
but when, the days of love, have gone
I'll end up lonely, cold and wrong.
The Scrooge Christmas Musical
Hiding in bed is poor Scrooge
His antigravity boots too huge
To hold him down from bad spirits
Only there to teach him new lyrics
Created on 12/04/14 for - Andrea Dietrich - A Christmas Character Clerihew – Poetry Contest
‘Three ghosts Mr Scrooge? I find that so hard to believe,
That they might simply visit, to give you a reprieve!’
‘And the ghost of Jacob Marley, who’s been dead these past seven years
Transformed into a door knob, merely to add to your fears!’
‘I don’t expect you, good sir, to understand or comprehend,
Other than there is no earthly reason, why I should pretend
Or put my reputation on the line, with such a sorry tale
But I assure you the new Scrooge, no soul shall derail’.
‘They say you’ve quite the benefactor, in the case of Tiny Tim
But is that to be ongoing or merely just a whim?
And It seems rather convenient that it should be Christmas time
That you positively decide to put your morals on the line!!
‘I wish you well good sir, I only ask that you be good
And help this dithering old gentleman who never understood
Go about the important business of respecting festive cheer
That the ghosts bestowed upon me, to keep throughout the year!
(Inspired by the book ‘A Christmas Carol’ written by Charles Dickens).
A conversation with a fictional character Poetry Contest
Date - 14th February
Sponsored by - Natasha L Scragg
He scoffs at our joyful noise
The good spirits we invoke,
As he passes by with grim poise
Thinking this holiday is a joke
Still, we make the time brighter
We go about in a cheery stance,
Making lives a little lighter
While the years give us a chance
We sing a carol of Christmas
With wassail in our mug,
For you cannot stop us
You dear, olde humbug
We shall wish a Happy Holiday
To every miser, bum and stooge,
So, with all our might we say
Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge!
Date - 11/29/2022
Writing Challenge - Write A Christmas Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Constance La France
In Praise of Ebeneezer Scrooge
By Elton Camp
Poor Ebeneezer Scrooge all despise
There was much about him to prize
He worked daily hard and long
Such a man can’t be very wrong
Money he didn’t throw away
But saved it for a rainy day
A person with such belief
Won’t come to be on relief
Saving coal was a solution
To London’s air pollution
Two workers he employed
So poverty they could avoid
He ran a business to buy & sell
Helped the economy to do well
Erect a statue to his acclamation
A better man before “reformation”