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Subject: {ASSM} Grinch Parody
Date: Fri,  4 Jan 2002 01:10:06 -0500
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It's that time of the year
time for goose, hen and pheasants,
That time when the Grinch
had returned all the presents

All those long years ago
when a heart much too small
had caused him to steal them
from the short and the tall.

When the singing Who voices
had come to his ears
and had swollen his heart
and silenced his jeers

He'd been welcomed that day
with his presents of Tinglers
and the beast for the feast 
and the thumblers and finglers.

And for many years since
was it fifteen or twenty?
He'd lived here in Whoville
and he'd shared in their plenty.


But the spirit of Christmas
that had so warmed his heart
was wearing quite thin,
all the toys and the tarts

All the cakes and the crumpets
all the squeals and the cries
all the drums and the trumpets
all the plonkberry pies

Yes it's said that his spirit
once so happy and merry
had just dried up again
he was mad again.  Very!


So he watched with disgust
as they put up the sparklers
and tinseled the trees, 
and played the tromparklers


And it wasn't his heart
that led him to glower,
no the source of his pain 
was a good deal lower.

For all of the years 
that he'd lived as a Who
not a one had flub-dubbed him
let alone two.

And with all the disuse
and frustration galore
his bing tinkler started shrinking
and it even got sore


So that, down in his fur
all down in the green
there was something resembling
a withered green bean!


So he stood in the snow
with his tiny flag flying
and he pondered again
how to start the Whos crying.


Since that Christmas before
He's been the glad "bringer" 
so it wouldn't be hard
to pull off a big stinker

He could go to the houses
and steal all their stuff
And they'd think he was playing
'Twas only a bluff

So he planned and he laughed
at the sorrow they'd feel
when they got up that morning
and realized he would steal

All their stockings and fizzers,
their pudding and roast gak,
the jinglers and bonglers,
and not bring them back


So that night as before
 From one Who to the next
he invaded their houses
leaving barely a speck


Till he came to the house 
of Cindy Loo Who
the last on his list
and took all her stuff, too


But this year as last time
Cindy Loo was awake
and she watched from the hall
to see what he would take.


Cindy watched in amusement
as he stuffed up the tree
through the tiny Who Flue
and then said,  "Grinch, now me!"


He turned with a start
and saw Cindy there, bare!
Not a girl now, a woman
though by only a year

"What you talkin?" he fumbled
his mouth started drooling
as she rubbed on her titties
and her fingers were fooling

"You stuffed that big tree
up my little Who Flue,
so now, stuff something warmer
up Cindy Loo Who!

With her fingers she showed him
her Cindy Loo flue
and she walked over to him
like it was nothing new

Which it wasn't of course,
not for Cindy Loo Who
knew the boys of the village
Soon the Grinch would know too!

As she knelt there before him
and reached tween his knees
he felt highly embarrassed
and said, "Cindy, please!"

But our slut was determined
and she found his old tinkler
and with expert lip action
became his un-wrinkler


And lo and behold
as she sucked and she moaned
the Grinch grew again
and Cindy got boned!


His tiny wink-tinkler
didn't grow just three sizes
but it swelled and it swelled 
Cindy's biggest of prizes

And she opened her Who-legs
and put the Grinch  in her
and he rode and he rode her
with his weight he did pin her

With each thrust she moaned "Grinchy!"
and she lifted her hips
and she took his whole bongler
twixt her sweet Who cunt lips

And they moaned and they thumped
on the floor till the Grinch
started spewing inside her
but she gave not a flinch.

"Oh, you like that?" he said
his breath was a-heaving
and she nodded and grinned
"And since soon you'll be leaving,"

"Will you come back again?
Once you've finished your rounds?
Finished Christmas for Whoville
then come back to me?  Zounds!

"I have never had such a good
flub-dub, no never
what a thing that you have
that's no tool, that's a lever!

And the Grinch grinned again
and returned all the stuff
the trees and the tinsel
the presents and fluff

And returned to his Cindy
before it was dawn
and the flub-dubbed again
and from that Christmas on

Not a who was unhappy,
not a one went boo-hoo
and all thanks go to Cindy
and her little Who flue!

-- 
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