It's not very good, I fear. I'm not exactly Shakespeare...
That rhymed, didn't it.
A Dickensian Sonnet
I steal from the rich and I give to me
I take what I like and take what I need
Like birds of the air I am gay and free
Though shabby in garb, my flower a weed
I waltz through the streets in my high top hat
Filching watches and wallets—lined only
Bill Sikes is a dog, but I am a cat
A tom at the top, though it's lonely
I work by myself when Charley is drunk
Which is depressingly often, I fear
But it's better to leave him, lest he clunk
His head after drinking too much gineveer
I am the Dodger, Artful by name
Favourite of Fagin, of pickpocketing fame