How the Grudge Stole Christmas

I adapted a Seuss poem.  It's about people who hold grudges and haters everywhere.  Ever meet one of them?  This Christmas, don't hold Grudges against anything and be nice to one another.

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You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grudge

You’re a mean one, Mr. Grudge.  

You really are unreal.  

You’re as brotherly as a bigot.  

You’re more soulless than a peel.  

Mr. Grudge.  

You’re a bitter brat

With a whiney rude squeal.

You're a monster, Mr. Grudge.

Your heart’s a lump of coal.

Your brain is full of loathing,

You’ve made malice your end goal.

Mr. Grudge.

I wouldn't go near you, within a

seventy-nine-and-a-half mile stroll.

You're a vile one, Mr. Grudge.

You bring hatred to your style.

You have all the tender tastefulness

Of a snake’s gall bladder bile.

Mr. Grudge.

Given the choice between either of you

I'd rather drink a snake’s gall bladder bile.

You're a foul one, Mr. Grudge.

You're an ugly, fugly, crank.

Your heart is full of arrogance

Your soul is full of rank.

Mr. Grudge.

The three words that best describe you are as follows,

and I quote: "Creep. Crap. Krupt.”

You're a menace, Mr. Grudge.

You're the king of sinful acts.

Your heart's a cold and icy spout

Pumping intolerant attacks,

Mr. Grudge.

Your soul is a disturbing dirty dump, spewing over

with the most devilish type of disrespectful

diatribe imaginable,

Screwed by your skewed up wisecracks.

You disgust me, Mr. Grudge.

With your disgusting spiteful-diss.

You're a twisted slimy serpent

And you seethe a twisted hiss.

Mr. Grudge.

You're a six year old, greasy rye and toadstool

smug-burger

With cynical sauce.Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPBS7dVrE1U