The hide, the exterior, the spoilsport grinch,
Held in his heart, this image unclean,
Of a drab, dull world that makes me flinch!
The grouch, it pained him to watch,
Festivity and hope in the neighbouring town,
Impatient, and a cruel plan to hatch,
Clicks his tongue, this thieving clown!
Deep in us, lives this cunning beast,
Deep in slumber, he threatens to wake,
Sonorous cry, his intentions in the least,
Ducks and drakes of our dreams to make!
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Great stuff!
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