Ebenezer is partying—turkey galore
for Cratchit and biker-friends, Scratchit and Hairy,
with flagons of beer that he "bought" from the store—
his credit ran out so he had to get scary.
It's his Christmas Eve revel. An Angel friend, Harley,
clanks in with three ghosts who, although they are pissed,
give good visitations. They put on Bob Marley
and pick up four ghouls for the poltergeist twist.
Says the Ghost of the Past, "You've lived high on the hawg, "
and the Ghost of the Present, "Your loan-shark sees red."
Then the Ghost of the Future, "Free turkey and grog
will for sure cook your goose and the stuffing ain't bread."
Scrooge yanks back the turkey, yells "BYOB.
And switch off the Marley. It's not the real me."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem