A Christmas Carol for the Modern City
Created | Updated Dec 17, 2008
The Post
Christmas Poetry Competition 2008
A Christmas Carol for the Modern City by Pinniped
Ebenezer was a geezer.
All his clients were sub-prime
And wedded to a life of crime,
But even so he made his dough.
Glor-orra-orra-or-ORRA-ORRA-oo-yah...
Hosanna for good measure!
A traders' life was full of strife
Back in those days; fewer Faces,
Never Porsches, duller braces.
You had to go to make your quota.
Glor-orra-orra-or-ORRA-ORRA-oo-yah...
Hosanna for good measure!
So Dickens' baddie is our daddy.
Ebenezer was the first.
In worser days, he was the worst.
A pain in the rectum, we still respect him.
Glor-orra-orra-or-ORRA-ORRA-oo-yah...
Hosanna for good measure!
Today it's sh*TTY in the City.
As bonuses go up in smoke,
And blue-chip bankers all go broke,
We’ll simply screw the poor some more.
Glor-orra-orra-or-ORRA-ORRA-oo-yah...
(and maybe pick a pocket or two...!)
The Post Christmas Competitions 2008
