(A/N: Poetry time! This poem is a powerful poem about the Grinch trying to steal Christmas from the residents of South Park.)
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the town
Not a creature was stirring
Except for a clown
(Which is a story for another time)
The Grinch made his way there
Dressed as good old Saint Nick.
He claimed a hatred for Christmas
Which would be acceptable, since he was a dick.
The Grinch first broke into the Marsh home
With a big, empty sack
But Randy Marsh heard him and decided to attack.
Randy grabbed his rifle, with bullets inside
This happened to be the night that the ole' Grinch died.
Randy ran downstairs and pointed his gun
And soon the Grinch's time was done.
He didn't realize an important rule
Don't rob from rednecks, that just ain't cool.
You're sure to be shot, wether you want to or not
And that end was certainly what the Grinch got!
THE END