A Christmas Quarrel.

Twas Christmas day in the workhouse      
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
 
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
                          ~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
 
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked the workers right out of breath,
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death.
                                  ~
" Yeah, whatever, you're still a louse
sweating the labour nigh to hell
you call round to wail, whine and grouse
Yack yack, whatever, you're a louse!"
 
"An' another thing, fix up your house
I wanna be warm, cosy, well?
Spend money, you jerk, why? Because
We'll not wed sure as my name's Belle
                                   ~
There nearly was a Mrs Scrooge
but I got Ebenezer beat,
I muse...as I apply my rouge
there almost was, a Mrs Scrooge...
 
I! Shall! Not! Be! Your! Christmas! Stooge!
Scrimp? Scrape? Wash? Cook? Bah! Humbug! She'eet!
There nearly was a Mrs Scrooge
But I, got Ebenezer beat...