The Grinch tried to change, it was easy to see
All the Whos down in Whoville seemed happy indeed
No more thief in the night, no more playing with the facts
The Grinch was quite pleased and so was his dog Max
With Christmas day ending, away went the feast
Away went the bounty and the last of the Who-roast beast
Away went the Who-pudding, away went the Who-hash
They filled the Who-fridge with Who-Christmastime stash
The Grinch sat watching as the Whos all made haste
Not a morsel of Christmas would dare go to waste
All the dishes and garbage were so much to carry
By the end of it all not one was Who-merry
The Grinch knew it was over and he grew sort of sad
This day was the best Christmas that he ever had
The end of it all found the Grinch sitting, staring
He just wasn’t used to this Who-Christmas caring
The yuletide frenzy was over, and so all went to bed
Even visions of sugarplums slept in their heads
The room that they gave him was warm and it was cozy
It felt like home and turned his cheeks rather rosy
In the place where he rested and laid down his head
He smiled to himself, then turned over in bed
With Max at his feet, he fell off to slumber
There was comfort from the sheets he was now sleeping under
The Grinch closed his eyes and he shut out the light
He settled right down for a Who-winter’s night
The Grinch had to pee, he just couldn’t hold it
He got out of bed and went off to unload it
He crossed the Who-complex and sat down to go
This way was much better than using the snow
He sat in the darkness as no light was shining
And suddenly heard an abundance of whining
Betty Lou Who is Cindy Lou’s mother
He thought he might warn her but then didn’t bother
He sat and he listened to all that she said
The things that she said made him wish he was dead
She told her friend Myrtle, in the hall on her cell
That the day that they spent with the Grinch was pure hell
Nobody liked him and they hoped he would leave
But the Grinch just sat eating, his new heart on his sleeve
Betty Lou was quite certain that he had garlic in his soul
She said she would not touch him with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole
She called him a mean one, a nasty, wasty skunk
She said he was a garbage bag filed with Whoville junk
He was vile and a foul one, a seasick crocodile
The Grinch sat on the toilet, he sat there for awhile
Every word that she said, it cut him to the core
The Grinch sat and listened until he could take no more
So what happened then, down in Whoville they say?
His heart reverted and Who-joy slipped away
He was now back to normal, a miserable punk
The entire situation it stink, stank, stunk!
Betty Lou did not realize the Grinch had been listening
She headed off, back to bed, and left the Grinch wrestling
He fought with his feelings, he fought with himself
As he sat on the thing he lost all mental health
He jumped to his feet, left the room in a rush
The Grinch did not happen to wipe or to flush
He crept out to the kitchen, just like some slippery eel
In the deep dark of night, it was easy to conceal
The Grinch stood at the counter looking at the room
There was no Christmas spirit, just despair and gloom
In the twinkling of an eye, the Grinch gave in to madness
There was screaming in his head, to “end all of this gladness”
Every Who down in Whoville, was cursed in his way
Even little Cindy Lou would meet revenge this day
He gathered some items and tried to be stealth
He went completely bonkers and was quite beside himself
He slithered back to find his pet where he left him
He woke up Max, who thought he was jesting
He wrapped the dog’s head with the same wooden stick
Just the way that they did when the Grinch played Saint Nick
The Grinch just stood there, a blank look in his eyes
In that moment he knew all the Whos had to die
The Grinch was overtaken, the voices egged him on
He meant to kill each one of them and then he would be gone
Again he stood a scoundrel, a knife in each hand
and that’s when he came up with a terrible Who-plan
This is the point where in this Grinch’s story
It turns rather nasty and really quite gory
He went from each room and he killed every one
He slit all their throats and then just for fun
He took all the bodies and with Grinchey glee
He placed the dead Whos under the Christmas tree
The best one he slaughtered was Betty Lou Who
Then just for good measure he killed Cindy too
The Grinch was all mangled-up in tangled up knots
His heart a tomato with mouldy, purple spots
By the time he had finished killing them all
The blood on his fur was the colour of Fall
He was drenched in the stuff as it started to dry
When he stabbed Cindy Lou he got some in his eye
Not far in the distance, he had left Max to sleeping
But the dog was awake and had heard all the creeping
Max peered from the doorway and watched some of the killing
He said to himself, “Someone must stop this villain”
The Grinch was still reaching, adjusting a corpse
When Max started running, at him, in due course
He sped cross the room with his gleaming horn
And in that moment, a hero was born
The Grinch did not know that his beast was attacking
Max raced at the Grinch, his fear was quite lacking
As the murderer brought in another blood covered Who
Max, without doubt, knew what he had to do
Max rammed the monster with that antler on his head
It entered his heart, then the Grinch dropped dead
A few days later and they all met their rest
They decided a mass funeral would serve them all best
When the service was over, at the end of the day
They took the Grinch’s body and they took it away
To the top of Mount Crumpit
At the top of the mountain there was no refrain
No longer a reindeer, Max took his place
Then pushed the Grinch off using just his face
The body fell over then dropped out of sight
Max finally met freedom as he waited for night
The dog anticipated the Grinch would arise
So he sat and expected but there was no surprise
Max returned to the town and they greeted him there
Killing the Grinch showed the town that he cared
They adopted the mutt and filled him with glee
This was the way it would now always be
Welcome Christmas. Toss the dead
They pushed the Grinch off by his head
Here’s to all those that survived
Each one happy to be alive
Now December 25thhas lost its meaning
The Grinch killed Christmas and left the Whos reeling
Christmas Day will never be
Even if we all have we
Welcome Christmas stained with mud
Reindeer antler drenched in blood
Heart to heart and hand to hand
Whoville was never the same again
Photo
https://www.deviantart.com/raimonso/art/eddie-the-grinch-46004522
