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The feast was all done,
For Grinch and the Who’s,
 And after the meal,
Came terrible news.

For Max and the Grinch,
And Who’s gathered round,
No one spoke a word,
Or a single Who Sound.

The mayor spoke up,
About our grinch crook,
Of all that he broke,
And all that he took.

“You still did the crimes,
So you’ll be on trial,
For crimes of last night
And all in your file.”

The chief of police,
Had sprung in a-bound,
He handcuffed the grinch,
And took Max to the pound.

So off they all went,
And hightailed to jail.
The grinch stole from all,
So none would bail.

The grinch shared a cell,
With a cat that is said,
Had terrorized kids,
With a hat on his head.

Along with the cat,
Was a small orange beast,
Harassing the ones,
Who’d cut down all the trees.

A few days had past,
With no time to lose,
He went to a judge ,
And a jury of Who’s.

They mounted their case,
Which started to grow.
When grilling the grinch,
From crimes days ago.

Recordings were there,
And prints were abound,
And from the Roast Beast,
DNA had been found.

His lawyer had rested,
No proof to dispense,
As you could expect,
With public defense.

The trial was quick,
And done in no time,
To choose if the grinch,
Should pay for his crime.

The jury came out,
With none of the strife,
While serving the Grinch,
With thirty to life.

So as for the Grinch,
His heart may be greater,
While stealing Christmas,
He paid for it later.

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