A DICKENSIAN ODE TO THE FIELDS OF ABEL MAGWITCH.  

Cathedral Bells rang,
Over Whitstable 'n' Rye,
Bells of Canterbury,
Of Hops,
Of Orchards, and Inscents,
 Holy,

For Micurwber sat and snorted,
Taking His Porter and Wine,
Young Pip would run through The
Old Curiosity Shop,
Greeting the Spirit of Magwitch,
In the fields and Marshes beyond.

Whilst Boz
Mused on Twist,
For whipping his incredible whiskers,
He travelled to the rhyme of the Dim
Church line,
Reminiscencing then,
And reminiscing long,
Over Little Dorrit,
Camdon Town,
And The Marshalsea. 

By Andrew Fry..
First Published in Celebrations 2006.