Frank E Gibbard Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 The boy who famously asked for more, A morsel on his plate was all he saw, The undying character of Oliver Twist Whose tale of unease is hard to resist. When Dickens wrote of his little lad He purposed to make his readers sad; Part of the genius of his novelist art, To assail and break the hardest heart. Primary misfortune, his mother dies, Bleak future in Parish “care” now lies. The urchin’s prospects again crumble, Via the hands of a beadle Mr Bumble. Off to the workhouse dragged post-haste, Where to feed the poor was akin to waste. On drawing lots the unlucky Oliver lost, He gamely asked for more food but at a cost. The overseers of this “upstart” wanted rid, Offering five pounds to any one who bid To take the greedy rapscallion into work; Apprenticeship would see he did not shirk. Almost snapped up by a creepy sweep, A kind magistrate saw Oliver nearly weep. He pled not to go with the”dreadful man,” This led to an undertaker’s door rather than A likely bout of grim and grimy servitude; Sowerbee’s wife though had an embittered mood, And treated Oliver so badly he just had to cry cry and cry, Knowing that to run for life was the best thing he could try. Hence off to London Oliver at last makes well away, The readers can hope for an eventual brighter day; But deftly Dickens pens his next mise en scène, We must just read on and see what happens then. Erelong our waif and much tormented boy Is inveigled into crooked Fagin’s employ; Joining his youthful gang of willing thieves With its caring bond as naif Oliver believes. Now he's taught the trade of a pocket picker, The novel's plot unlike gruel gets even thicker. He is fostered by these merry malcontents, Quite oblivious of their true criminal intents. Trustful Oliver turned Fagin’s artless lodger, Is led astray by the resourceful Artful Dodger. Another fickle twist of his fate is wrought, A wallet was nabbed only Oliver is caught. Then up in court: a vital change of luck, A gent by the accused’s wan look is struck. Kindly Mr Brownlow saw innocent Oliver in the dock Pale and ill falling faint beset by mental shock. Before the beak Brownlow offers his trust and wardship, What's proposed is not opposed by a benificent His Worship. Life in care of his gentleman ensures a better life, Motherly housekeeper and all and nary any strife. The young hero’s prospects propitious ever more? Eponymously as it were what next twist is in store? Sure enough he soon falls into other nasty hands Once again to be a pawn in wily Fagin’s evil plans. Off to fetch some books that took his master’s fancy, Oliver is grabbed by Bill Sikes and this tart called Nancy. Back to Fagin with Nancy hauled there by her lover Sikes Went Oliver under threat again a most unfortunate of tykes; Purloined is a five pounds note, ripped off, his brand new duds, He runs away but his escape effort is swiftly nipped in the bud. Bill Sikes a monster creation is as brutal as brutish thugs come, Even for a Dickens villain he ascends to the top of scum. Sikes threatens to punish Oliver and brandishes his stick, Moll Nancy mollifies her man and snips his ire in the wick. Unbeaten by Fagin and Sikes only thanks to a street girl’s heart, Oliver’s size fits a burglary plan, she persuades him to take part; On squeezing his frame through a window sadly poor Oliver is shot, That son of swine Bill Sikes makes off, more dark deeds are afoot in this plot. While Oliver starts to recover in the home that Sikes meant to rob Fagin begins to doubt his partner's doxy and orders a following job; The spy sees her talking to Brownlow and delivers his Caesar his dues, Fagin tells Sikes that she has shopped him he near goes berserk at this news. Confronting Nancy Sikes will not listen to her swear she did not betray, Determined that he had been turned in only his madness could hold sway. He raised and brought down with a deathly thud his stick upon her head, Over and over this terrible man went on till gentle Nancy was stone dead. (... to be continued to an ending next ... nearing the end, sigh!) Happy Christmas friends one and all, Frank Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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