Gone Girl
The Grinch and his gal stole a tree.
She played with his snowy goaty.
They took all the food
and presents. Not good!
Their spree gave them holiday glee.
The bars at the North Pole ho hum.
It’s warmed by the coal and the bum.
He’s green with his thought
And blue he’s been caught.
The Gal with his bail has not come.
11/17/2019
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