The Grinch

You’re a mean one mr. grinch
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a cactus
And as charming as an eel
Mr. grinch!
You’re a bad banana
With a greasy black peel!
You’re a monster, mr. grinch!
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You’ve got garlic in your soul
Mr. grinch!
I wouldn’t touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You’re a vile one,
Mr. grinch!

You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile
Mr. grinch!
Given the choice between the two of you
I’d take the seasick crocodile!
You’re a foul one
Mr. grinch!
You’re a nasty, wasty skunk!
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk
Mr. grinch!

The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and i quote, “stink, stank, stunk!”
You’re a rotter, mr. grinch!
You’re the king of sinful sots!
Your heart’s a dead tomato
Splotched with moldy, purple spots
Mr. grinch!
Your soul is an apalling dump-heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!

You nauseate me
Mr. grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You’re a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss,
Mr. grinch!
You’re a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!