The Grinch on My Roof
He really is kinder than he lets on
The Grinch on My Roof
He stomped on the shingles,
grinning like sin,
acting like Christmas
was his to command.
He shouted loudly,
demanding respect,
as if every snowflake
owed him a bow.
He glared at my doorway,
hands on his hips,
like he expected
biscuits and fame.
Kids waved upward,
he groaned in despair,
pretending he hated
their joy in the air.
I blew him a kiss,
he nearly fell,
tripping on sass
he didn’t expect.
He marched off muttering,
still green and proud,
but his tiny smile
betrayed him out loud.
Say Hi to him and make his day ♥️💙♥️
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
I read this and there was a rhythm of Dr. Suess as I read your words. You did a great job and the Grinch does have a heart of gold. Good job.