The Second Grinching
By Rob Morris
Falling and spinning in the world of snowflakes
Max cannot restrain his bitter master;
The outcast falls into rage; his patience cannot hold;
Frankenstein is loosed to narrate the world,
Tony Tiger is called to sing
The ceremony of Whos is raised;
The best lack all cheerlessness, while the worst
Are full of plans solved within thirty minutes or so.
Surely a classic special is at hand;
Surely The Grinch's Redemption is at hand.
The Grinch's Redemption! Hardly is the DVR set with extra minutes
When a vast chorus of Fah who for-aze! Dah who dor-aze!
Enters my hearing: a sloping hill of snow;
A dog with wiener's nose and the antlers of a deer,
A heart some sizes too small and cold,
Is enacting its shallow scheme, while all Whos slumber
Save for she who it is said, is no more than Two.
The chorus starts again but now he knows
That it came without presents, and it came without games
Stunned to realize that it came just the same,
And what Roast Beast, a feast once not liked in the least,
Slouches towards Whoville, waiting to be sliced?