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A Grinch's Lament
A Grinch’s Lament/with apologies I remember the Christmas I first met the Grinch his whining, his snarling, his poke, and his pinch I never knew why - but I liked him right off his yellowish teeth - his green tussled coif the way that he moved – a snake in full coil awaiting the chance to strike - to despoil whatever the Who’s might be trying to do the way he loved making the Who’s – go BOO HOO I laughed when he emptied all the Who’s houses took the cheese from the little Who mouses ate all the cookies and took the roast beast truly the Grinch didn’t care in the least I felt a slight twinge about Cindy Lou Who….BUT HE WAS A GRINCH….WHAT ELSE COULD HE DO I cheered when the sleigh reached the top of Mount Crumpit urged him to PLEASE….GO AHEAD…..DUMP IT!! DUMP IT!!! I couldn’t believe he succumbed to the glee of the carols they sang – without any tree or his heart would expand – his evil would shrink he’d clean himself up – tone down his Grinch stink I cringed when he rode into town on the sleigh he was the Grinch – it shouldn’t turn out this way So I tossed the Grinch and his book on their head sat eating stale crackers – alone – in my bed John G. Lawless 8/8/2015
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