Mr. Grinch

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

Your heart's an empty hole

Your brain is full of spiders

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

I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch

You have termites in your smile

You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch

Given a choice between the two of you

I'd take the seasick crocodile

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 as follows, and I quote

"Stink, stank, stunk"

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch

You're the king of sinful sots

Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with mouldy purple spots, 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 nauseate me, Mr. Grinch

With nauseous super nus

You're a crooked dirty jockey

And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch

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