Short Grinch Poems
Short Grinch Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Grinch by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Grinch by length and keyword.
The Grinch
Didn’t move an inch.
His wife yelled, "If you don't decorate the Christmas tree,
I'll bite your knee."
Which Grinch Stole Christmas
You may gain inches
Feel big waist when it pinches
Which Grinch stole Christmas.
Jim Horn
Every scrooge, or grinch, or grouch
that I watch on TV from my couch,
the Christmas spirit, one day, redeems.
I'm the exception - so it seems.
March 17th is a day for green
There is quite a simple routine
Wear green or get a pinch
Or don't and be a grinch
Remember, there's no in-between.
At last, the Christmas hubbub is gone,
and I can take the reindeer in from the lawn.
This grinch can finally relax...
Oh no! It's time for income tax.
Santa met him in Port-au-Prince
he was down, that scheming ol’ Grinch
blue pill did the trick
the Grinch got up quick
and they’ve been besties ever since
The Grinch
has habits that make humans flinch.
One is rubbing himself with onions to create his favorite scent,
knowing but not caring it is public torment.
Santa's wife said, "You've gained an inch!",
and gave his fat belly a pinch.
"The inches I want
are hard", she did taunt.
No wonder she's seeing The Grinch.
Christmas shiss muss.
Holiday. Bolliday.
Lights. Shmights!
Scrooge is here, whispering
In my ear.
Grinch is pushing on
Him, angry.
Welcome to my mood
Pre-coffee.
That unusual creature known as the Grinch
tried to steal Christmas right down to the inch.
The people of Whoville cared not a whit.
They had Christmas spirit, you have to admit!
Little Cindy Lou Who
Won’t let the Grinch be blue
optimist for sure
her heart is utterly pure
She expects the best
At Whoville Christmas Fest
Grinch comes around
Happiness is found
Little Cindy Lou Who
Won’t let the Grinch be blue
optimist for sure
her heart is utterly pure
She expects the best
At Whoville Christmas Fest
Grinch comes around
Happiness is found
Beware the ol' Grinch, for it’s a cinch
Into your Christmas, he’ll throw a wrench
He loves to belittle
With poo-poo and piddle
Wherever he goes he leaves a stench.
written December 16, 2021
A Grinch in a hamlet of Whovilles
Stole credit cards, ringing up big bills
Without checking price tags
He murmured, “Bah, Scumbags”
For this is how grinches get their thrills!
*January 3, 2015
Her Christmas Eve blind date would not give an inch
That they argued about everything was quickly a cinch
She would not ever date him again; not even in a pinch
Weirdly enough, he also looked exactly like Dr Seuss’s Grinch.
There once was a grumpy, green Grinch;
His heart measured merely an inch!
The songs of the Who's did annoy him-
'Til Cindy Lou convinced him to join them!
* 'Frosty' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Joseph May
* Entered on: 12/20/2025
Let’s trick-or-sweet at the Grinch’s house the elves said.
I hear he’s got Covid, maybe he is worse? Maybe he is dead.
I am not sure, but his fudge is delicious, stated cousin Elf Ned.
We trick-or-sweeted there, and it was delicious – green and red,
Red fish? Blue fish?
Color blindness?
Dr. Seuss was at his finest
Lorax orange or Grinch lime green
And all the colors in between
Creatures of all kind of hues
Teaching us the DON'Ts and DOs
For in his world you always find
Every thing is color blind
mdailey 3/9/12
Kitty wanted to intimidate someone today
She put on a Grinch costume and wandered away
Gave us a strut, a wiggle and a sashay
Trying her best to intimidate me, Mary and Fay
We laughed our petootsies off and began to bray
Thinking she looked ridiculous in this get up today
Santa went out last night dressed as the Grinch.
Partied too much got into a tight pinch.
Woke with aching hangover.
Mrs. Santa, boil-over,
Bells ringing, threaten with deer's reins to lynch.
11/13/2022
A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Trump Critical of the Grinch
Trump has been critical of the Grinch,
And poor thing he will want to bench;
From beginning,
Scoreless inning;
For Trump to lose is an absolute cinch.
(Chicken neck we would like to wrench.)
Jim Horn
Even Santa would ho, ho, ho at this one.
In a wintry hollow, atop Mount Crumpit, dwelled Max and The Grinch,
A dog and his master of mischief, whose heart measured an inch,
And beared a soul of zero dimensions, tented by a teardrop physique,
The villainous Who who'd snuck away with Christmas to his frosty peak.
It would never be the same
this heart, aching in the moment,
growing “a la Grinch”,
seeded with a look, a gaze
gossamer, this veil of lust
this gentle coup of crown and throne
this empty castle - drawbridge down.
©6/21/2018
for Seven lines of romantic heaven Poetry Contest
The Grinches Christmas
Date: Fri, Dec 4 2015 at 3:32 PM
Coming through "Whoville"
Bout to give these Fools "Chills"
Got Ivan Ooze "Thrilled"
I don't think everyone know "Ghouls" "Real"
Cindy Lou in "Tears"
Cause the Grinch Revenge Severe
The Grinch been plotting for a few "Years"
Glamma Grinch will be here soon!
Original Grinch was over the moon
Not so much his sister Sue
She never likes me, she always likes you
Glamma Grinch came in wearing fur
She turned to Original Grinch and began to purr
Sister Sue tried to get her attention by squeaking.
“Be quiet,” said Glamma.”My boy is speaking.”