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Grinch
by Maureen Glaudeinflatable Grinch
blown down on his grin
by winds again 12/24/2003 Author's Note: the neighbors across the street have a new, huge green Grinch, their only outside decoration, but are spending more time picking him up than anything, and it's become interesting to me, to see what state he's at. They finally started to bring him in for a while, then try again, depending on the weather. When I walk by I look at his smirk, and say to myself, that's what you think.
Posted on 12/24/2003
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/24/03 at 03:21 PM LOL! Now there's poetic justice for ya!! |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 12/24/03 at 10:03 PM hahah. a poetic kicking into the dirt, amusing |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/27/03 at 02:30 AM Hahaha! Just plain fun! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/28/03 at 04:57 AM Poetic justice indeed. The Grinch has a message for all of us if we would just listen. Fun poem. |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 12/28/03 at 07:48 PM haha, I thought the same whe my neighbour put up an inflatable santa claus. Lovely poem x |
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