You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

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.

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