Professur
Well-Known Member
'Tis the time to be inundated by corney TV. You turn it off. You tell everyone within hearing range about how you hate it. But.
But secretly, you know, in the bowels of your soul, you hunger for it. There's one special, one memory, that you just gotta have. You wait until it's on, and there's noone at home to see you. It's not Christmas until you've had your fix. Well, we know you're out there. And we know you crave it. FESS UP. Admit it. Right here, right now. What's your fix? The little drummer boy? Olive, the other reindeer? Rudolph, Frosty, Scrooge?
I'll admit it. I'm guilty. There's several specials I want to see during Christmas. Bing Crosby's White Christmas. The original Scrooge. But there's one show. One special that I gotta have. I can't christmas shop, can't manage the crowds, can't feel Christmassy until I get it.
But secretly, you know, in the bowels of your soul, you hunger for it. There's one special, one memory, that you just gotta have. You wait until it's on, and there's noone at home to see you. It's not Christmas until you've had your fix. Well, we know you're out there. And we know you crave it. FESS UP. Admit it. Right here, right now. What's your fix? The little drummer boy? Olive, the other reindeer? Rudolph, Frosty, Scrooge?
I'll admit it. I'm guilty. There's several specials I want to see during Christmas. Bing Crosby's White Christmas. The original Scrooge. But there's one show. One special that I gotta have. I can't christmas shop, can't manage the crowds, can't feel Christmassy until I get it.
You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch
Author: Dr. Seuss
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.