I am the Grinch of Mt. Crumpit <br />I live high in a cave above Whoville <br />I am a mean old soul with a hollow chest if you thump it <br />For I have no heart, I have only one will <br /> <br />To torment a little child who’s as evil as I <br />She bitches and fights with whom ever she pleases <br />She’s cold and she’s vile and we wonder why <br />So I took her poems and I laugh as she’s grieving <br /> <br />Maybe I taught her a thing or two <br />Or maybe she’s just beyond hope <br />Either way in my cold soul I know <br />This girl needs to pray to the POPE! !<br /><br />Mister Grinch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mr-grinch-s-will-fulfilled/
