The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Sat 12/24/05)

[RetroLounge]

You're a Mean One, 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 the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.

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, 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 splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

Theodor Seuss Geisel

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:D :D :D :D :D :D

RL

[GOPisEvil]

1. Nice choice!

:D

[auntAgonist]

2. thanks!

Merry Christmas RL!


aA

[RetroLounge]

3. and Merry Christmas to you also!

:hi: :hug: :bounce:

RL

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

4. ....

(to the tune of My Favorite Things)

Diamonds for me
chunks of coal for the masses
driving my SUV
guzzling gasses
so much consuming
it makes my heart sing
Why bother having a favorite thing?

Help the economy
and go visit Disney
screw global warming
it doesn't affect me
We have it all
and yet, still we want more
thrift and conserving
are truly a bore

It's more tasteful
to be wasteful
just eat half your plate
and


run out and buy
all your favorite things
the starving and POOOOOOOOOR

can wait!



(NSMA)

[CaliforniaPeggy]

7. My dear NSMA!

I must tell you that you have made me laugh today!

That is wonderful.......

Thank you!


:hug: :pals:

[threehensandacow]

5. hope

we can still have a little love or compassion for the grinches that are among us. aren't they the ones that need it the most? but, wow, if this isn't the worst christmas i've ever had. really. and it's not even christmas yet.

[miss_american_pie]

6. Merry Christmas RL

And thanks for not choosing that awful hippopotamus song.

:hi:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

8. How very appropriate for today, my dear RetroLounge.....

And darkly funny too.....

Thank you!


:loveya: :hug:

[swimboy]

9. Happy Christmas, RL!

I hope your heart grows three sizes tomorrow! :rofl: :hi:

I seriously wish you all the best.

swimboy love comin' at ya :loveya:

[wildhorses]

10. good one!!! I am now grinning from ear to ear

You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.


LOVE IT!!!

[RevCheesehead]

11. Great song.

But I've grown to love the movie even more than the original. Even the Grinch was worthy of redeeming, and it took li'l Cindy-Lou to see that.

Kids. Ya gotta love 'em.

Enjoy the kids, Retro!!!
:hug:

[RetroLounge]

14. I shall indeed.

Gonna go dance with them to Elvis now, then make dinner and watch It's a wonderful life together.

I might even smile, if the mood hits...

:hi: :hug: :loveya:

RL

[bicentennial_baby]

12. hey you, here's the two i picked, whaddya think?

both Neruda... :)

for her:

In My Sky at Twilight

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.

for him:

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

[RetroLounge]

13. Neruda!

Absolutely beautiful, both of them!

Great picks! Those are 2 lucky people...

:hug:

RL

[In_The_Wind]

15. Thanks RL