How The Grinch Didn't steal ChristmasA Poem by Randy Johnson
Last year, the Grinch stole the presents and my Christmas tree.
This year I'm making that green freak pay for what he did to me. I've been turning the Grinch every way but loose. What I'm doing would shock even DR. Seuss. When he opened my door, his head got burned by a blowtorch. Now his head has third degree burns because it is scorched. I put a plank on the floor with nails sticking out. He just stepped on those nails and the entire neighborhood can hear him shout. If you could hear his naughty language, this poem would be Rated R. He's green and furry so he can't be Human, maybe he's from Mars. I made an iron fall on his head and I'm pelting his head with bricks. The Grinch is giving up and leaving, he knows when he is licked. I got my revenge and I got it all on my own. You may be wondering how I did those things, it's because I'm a fan of Home Alone.
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StatsAuthorRandy JohnsonTNAboutI was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more..Writing
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