Grinchaclaws Poem by Simon Gowen
Grinchaclaws
I'm sat in my comfies
Don't care if they're smelly
Cos I'm watching grinch
Reap his havoc on telly.
I'm scoffin' a mince pie
And sipping my tea
There's no body here
‘Cept the two cats and me
There's no Christmas trimmings
No tinsel, no snow
The grinch that's in my house
Says they must all go
He's not wearing green
No mask or a hat
The grinch that's in my life
Takes the form of a CAT! ! !
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