Jacob Marley's Butler

Frosted fingers tend the door
to let any stranger in,
my figure could only be
described as very thin.

Rare is the chance I get
for so seldom did it occur,
that if asked, I could name
them all, and date, I'm sure.

Scrooge was mainly the one,
and always demanding me,
to fetch and step lively
and to do it all for free.

The house was ever stately,
the wealth he had amassed,
the food I was allowed,
could pass for being on a fast.

Wasted not a penny on me,
as if I owed him any,
obligations of employment
of that, there was plenty.

Not a speck of dust be seen,
everything it's perfect place.
But do not use any water
to flush or wash my face.

Errands he had so many,
each day new ones appear.
All to be done on my time,
I ran them and still be here.

Gruel was his main stay food,
putrid and such slimmy goop.
I thought, being it is so good,
why have teeth you dupe.

Summer was a squaller too,
all humid stuffy and hot.
Not a window was to be open
except to empty chamber pot.

I never got a holiday,
that was pure theivery.
Time off, not likely to happen,
employed by him was misery.

Every day the same for me
till that special night, an eve,
he passed over to death.
Twas Christmas I do believe

Oh the shrieks I heard erupt,
twas a loud terrifing dim.
Spread threw out the house,
by extrapolation, it was him.


Then the cold silence set in
such a peaceful change.
His breakfast was not ready,
nor the dishes used, arranged.

Not that he ever owned any
why spend when others loan.
The coffee house sent thiers,
he would order then bemoan.

Now that he's no longer here
Ebeneaser does solely reign.
I've packed my bags to leave,
sending them on to the train.

No longer will I be employed
was this day's fateful decree.
Be gone and take not a thing
do so with greatest speed.

Trust me leaving was a joy,
nothing could keep me there.
Evil things are lurking about,
wicked things at me stare.