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You’re a Mean One

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.

You’re heart is an empty hole.

You’re brain is full of spiders.

You’ve got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch.

I wouldn’t touch you with a 39 and 1/2 foot pole.

You’re a foul 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 crocodile.

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato

splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch.

You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseous super “naus”.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse. Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

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."