Poem Those Who Hate Christmas

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My response to the latest challenge set by our own @Jessicalynnt “How on Earth does anyone like Eggnog? Custard flavoured alcopops for grannies,” Growls the Grinch to Ebenezer’s approval. Scrooge sings of his hopes for fog So Santa gets lost on his way to Little Orphan Annie’s And crashes into her house with explosion leading to the removal Of both of them, bringing real Christmas delight As Scrooge sells the green and greedy Incredible Sulk more cookies But Grinch declines to pay. He has something sensitive to say. On the cold dark foreboding Christmas Eve night "Compared to me you are quite a rookie. I see through the dangerous games you play. I heard you changed after the ghost’s visitation And now you actually like The Yule Are you here as an undercover agent, Sir?” Scrooge answers with trembling hesitation “Alright, I changed, and you could too you fool.” The Grinch produced a gun. “I resent that slur. Christmas is humbug, as you used to say I thought us kindred spirits But Marley messed with your head Get out and I hope you have a jolly rotten Christmas Day.” But his words slurred as the barbiturates The ex-miser had hidden in the cookie-bread Took their toll on the wicked old Grinch “You’ll dream of ghosts of your own This Christmas Eve, and I hope they persuade you too.” The monster laughed –“ I take this with a pinch Of salt, and I already had the ghosts come here to moan I’m trained as an exorcist – I soon saw through Your pathetic plans – your poison drink Was switched for your own custard cup The eggnog should soon be knocking you out. I’ll kill you when you swoon and then I think I’ll chop you in pieces and wrap bits of you up.” His ravings were interrupted by a sudden shout Bob Cratchett and friends stood by the door With guns trained on the Grinch Who pulled a lever so all his enemies were instantly gone Including Bob and Ebenezer through the hatch in the floor Into the crocodile pit as Dr Seuss’s finest barely gave a flinch While Tiny Tim screamed “God help us, every one.” The original challenge is here Arthur Chappell