She's a mean one, Mrs. Grinch...
Message 10916957
She really is a heel.
She’s as cuddly as a cactus,
She’s as charming as an eel.
Mrs. Grinch.
She’s a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
She’s a monster, Mrs. Grinch.
Her heart's an empty hole.
Her brain is full of spiders,
She's got garlic in her soul.
Mrs. Grinch.
I wouldn't touch her, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
She’s a vile one, Mrs. Grinch.
She has termites in her smile.
She has all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mrs. Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of them
I'd take the seasick crockodile.
She’s a foul one, Mrs. Grinch.
She’s a nasty, wasty skunk.
Her heart is full of unwashed socks
Her soul is full of gunk.
Mrs. Grinch.
The three words that best describe she,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
She’s a rotter, Mrs. Grinch.
She’s the king of sinful sots.
Her heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mrs. Grinch.
Her soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
She nauseates me, Mrs. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
She’s a crooked jerky jockey
And she drive a crooked horse.
Mrs. Grinch.
She’s a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce. |
