Long Grinch Poems
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At last it has arrived,
let there be no doubt.
That everyone goes crazy
at the Christmas staff night out.
Now Santa took the sleigh.
He did not stop to think.
For that was very foolish
with all that food and drink!
Tooth fairy looked real nice
so did the pantomime dames,
but Grinch was asked to leave
for calling Santa names.
The leprechauns told anecdotes
in the spirit of Bob Hope.
The snowmen all got stoned
by passing round the dope.
Santa told rude jokes!
and some were even funny.
But everyone avoided
that randy Easter Bunny.
Jack Frost he was concerned,
told the Elves what he was thinking.
"That Santa"s getting drunk,
he is doing to much drinking."
When the meal was over,
the MC he did stand .
"Will you welcome live on stage,
The Boogie Man and his band."
The celebrations ended.
"Get on your merry way."
Santa staggered out
to try and find his sleigh.
The reindeer headed home
they knew the way to go.
They did not stop to think,
to take it kind of slow.
Santa started singing
a chorus of Wild Rover.
When flashing lights appeared
and he was soon pulled over.
"Lets see your drivers licence
and please put out that ***."
"Step out of the vehicle
and blow in to this bag."
Oh Santa was locked up.
You should have heard him wail.
"You have to let me out,
you have to give me bail."
His sentence will be soon
lets hope the courts a fan.
For what will happen next year?
If he gets a driving ban.!
Poor old Santa Clause
it is a sorry tale.
He got community service,
instead of going to jail!
By all means leave a carrot.
A glass of milk I think.
But don"t encourage Santa
by leaving out a DRINK!
© Ned Flanders
Treading lightly through snaking,
muddy trench
Squeaking boots with slippery
grooves synch
A mass of matted flesh bares its
rotten stench
Thirsting maggots, doting flies
cannot quench
No rustic accoutrements adorn, not
even a bench
Deep longing for warm touches of
caring mother, practiced wench
But only cold, rancid rain does
shriveled limbs drench
In crowded hovel, selfishly hoarding
space, miserly grinch
On the perimeter, attentively
guarding every blood-soaked inch
At the sound of concussive fire,
conditioned body doesn't flinch
Chiseled teeth in tandem solemnly
do clinch
Only my spent gut, as churning
butter does wrench
With dutiful vigor, watching every
strand of demarcated pinch
At the slightest, forward motion,
my hawk eyes squinch
Kiddies, I'm sorry to say that Santa may be visiting you late this year,
As he struggles to circle the Earth spreading his delightful cheer!
Santa had to retire Rudoloph and his friends leaving them much aggrieved,
And long-suffering Mrs Claus is in a snit and left sorely peeved!
It may be New Years Day before he arrives, but he'll visit you eventually,
So place a snack of cookies and milk or salami and cheese 'neath the tree!
That old grinch in the White House decreed that dear old Santa's sleigh,
Henceforth, must be battery powered, to be effective on this Christmas Day!
Alas, Santa must land every 350 miles or so, the battery to refresh!
(Hopefully, he can do this in such unlikely places as Bangladesh)!
No longer will you hear reindeer hooves dancing on your roof in the snow!
But be patient, little ones; Santa will greet you soon with a cheery ho-ho-ho!
ODD SOCKS EVERYWHERE!
I wake up in the morning,
And I don't know what to do,
I can only find odd socks,
This morning I have an interview!
There's some with characters,
But I can only find one, not two.
One Grinch, one Stitch,
My favourite (but there's only one) is Pikachu!
There's one in the washing machine,
One on the bedroom floor,
One hanging on the washing line,
Another one in the drawer.
What will they think?
When the interview begins,
When I take a seat,
I can imagine, when they look down,
And notice the socks on my feet.
I put my socks on anyway,
My odd socks might bring a smile,
You never know,
I might get the job and stay a while!
This was a poem request I wrote on my Instagram account
daisymeadows2023
(Any resemblance between said title,
as told tummy by ya finch,
and commander in chief,...
not accidental, nor a cinch
buttock hum posed on behalf
of these bottom ming out
fifty states, plus Puerto Rico inch
ching, donning, and clamoring
desperately for fluffin snuff pinch)
hitter to aright "FAKE"
government even a cameo by David Lynch,
would pilot ship of state with nary a flinch
bucking creative enterprise winch
cha ya know
as writ by this average Joe
brainstorms offbeat ideas
caw king like a black crow
boot probably relegated
to same fate as dodo
bird long extinct,
asper could also be woe
full destiny of this poe
whit (wannabe), plus aspirant
aiming, mulling, vying,
et cetera tubby
next presidential bozo
and thwart further ruses to hoodwink
by subterfuge, treachery, unethical...brink
man ship, Capital One citizen bankers
to re: captcha how to MAGA,
and avoid pitching country
slipping into behavioral sink,
which White House bumstead "FAKE"
golden blond dee antics even entice pink
panther to coon sitter entering 2020 elections
amidst what promises tubby hang nail biting,
knuckle cracking, hair pulling - each kink
Putin on brakes against
collusion, sans frightful - link
king voter bribery, disenfranchisement, fraud...
calling joint efforts of Captain Nemo,
Captain Kangaroo, Captain America...ink
kin, a pact (minus any imp) potent fink
power hungry, money grubbing, apprenticed
tan hatt man spinning wheel of misfortune
beady barren eyes that never blink
immodest, impertinent, impudent,
et cetera hyperlink
to flesh eating, debauchery,
bacchanalian web pages
kickstarting naked lunch high jink.
He’s been on the lawn
Every year…for 40 years
A four foot tall plastic
Glowing, snowman
I sat with him yesterday
As he looked a bit down.
Asked “what’s up old friend?”
He sighed, slowly spoke
Asking “where are all my friends?”
“There are no angels across the street
No bells chiming down the way
I haven’t heard one Christmas carol
Or seen one silly Christmas sweater”
I hesitated to tell him
The Grinch had actually
Stolen Christmas
Or at least held its joy hostage.
He flinched when I told him
“some even take offense at you”
Because of what you symbolize,
What you stir in the hearts of children
Reawaken in the hearts of alleged adults.
My neighbors are trying to figure out
Why I was sitting on the lawn
Singing Frosty the Snowman
Loudly and somewhat off key
Happy birthday and thank you Theodor Geisel…for it’s so easy to deduce
all the things you helped to teach us…not as Theodor…but Dr. Seuss.
You taught us how to count…at least to the number two
and in the same book you taught us about the color red…and the color blue.
Your Sam I am taught us we can eat ham with green eggs…if we please
and your Lorax…about our environment and the importance of our trees.
Thanks to your Cat in the hat and Thing 1 and Thing 2 for teaching us without a doubt…all the things we can do at home…when our mother is out.
Your Horton taught us patience…when on a promise to Mayzie he wouldn’t renege…as he sat and he sat and he sat until he hatched her egg.
Your Grinch taught us we can preserver through our trials and our woe…
that even when our heart has hardened…it can soften…it can grow.
And finally, on a personal level…while I have the time
thanks for all the children besides me you taught to appreciate the rhyme.
Yes, thank you Mr. Geisel…for being a great Dr. Seuss
For showing us how imagination works…once we turn it loose.
You’ve helped us all in many ways…ways you’ll never know…
and with the books you created by our side…
oh the places we will go.
Boy Grinch
The boy grinch went home crying to his mom
"I don't think I am loved by anyone
Can't agree with all my pals say or do
And they won't listen to my point of view."
"Now you just come listen to me, my son
Free speech is entitled to everyone
And they're allowed to have their share of fun
So go tell 'em that from this moment on."
"It's you that must change attitudes, dear son
So do your best always from this day on"
Grinch slunk away and began thinking hard
Then felt a stirring occur in his heart.
From that moment on he began to change
Smiling at all folk who came within range
The response he got gave him great pleasure
Knew he'd not have the grumps again, ever.
Then he gave his mom a kiss and a hug
Thanked her for all of her caring and love
She told him, "son you are my joy, my pride
I knew one day you'd find goodness inside."
He knew in heart it must be how Scrooge felt
He'd found out what Christmas was all about
It's the giving, sharing, caring and love
And rejoicing in our gift from above.
At that he went out shouting loud and clear,
"God Bless, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.”
Christmas 2020
You send out a thousand Christmas cards and only got two
One you got because you accidentally address it to you
You wrap a hundred Christmas presents you personally bought
for family, friends and coworkers each with a special thought
On Christmas day you unwrap your Christmas gifts
a few expired gift cards and a used handkerchief
Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, what are you gonna do
It's only Christmas once a year and your becoming a full time Scrooge
Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, the Grinch you now sympathize
Spreading that Christmas joy feels like your own demise.
Put up Christmas lights on your home
the attention to detail delights is brightly shown
Neighbors call the fire department and the police too
you get a fine and then the electric bill blues
You go to a holiday dinner with a succulent spiral ham
pot luck Christmas food is what the menu planned
When you get there on the buffet
is a string of popcorn and an old moldy fruit cake
Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, what are you gonna do
It's only Christmas once a year and your becoming a full time Scrooge
Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, the Grinch you now sympathize
Spreading that Christmas joy feels like your own demise.
So come what will and come what may is still the years biggest holiday
Keep your chin up and bow your head to pray, not an ounce of dismay
Peace on earth and goodwill to men on this Christmas day
It's only Christmas once a year but in your heart it's Christmas everyday.
Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho, laugh it off and spread that Christmas Cheer
for it's only Christmas once a year....
A tale of pain.
A tale of regret.
Bundles of weeping.
Bundles of sorrow.
Cries of agony.
Cries of despair.
Death of Joy in autumn.
Death of hope in spring.
Wailing in the West.
Wailing in the East.
Tears of death at dusk.
Tears of death at noon.
Alas all hope is lost.
Alas not quite.
Upon my journey's in Rome.
Upon my heroics in Greece.
I fall short of words.
I fall short of courage.
The psalmist sang.
The salmon mocked.
Where at that pillar of strength.
Where at that gifted in all.
But wait, up in the mountains.
But wait, bellow the valley's.
I hear shouts of Joy among the Jews.
I hear wailings in Babylon.
The crier proclaims with Joy.
The crier sings in excitement.
"Here ye sons of Lucifer".
"Here ye daughters of Babylon".
"Grinch your teeth's in anger".
" Drown yourself's in regret".
Burn ye cursed of the Lord.
Perish you children of chaos.
For you had touched the anointed one's.
For you had slain his prophet's.
But rejoice son's of Israel.
But rejoice daughter of Zion.
The day of Judgement.
The day of rejoicing and merriment.
The day concentrated by the Lord has come.
"The Day Of The Lord" has come.