"whoville" poems
A Bizarre Czar
You can call me the Grinch,
stealing Christmas was such a cinch.
Went to Whoville, and stole the toys,
crying was all the little girls and boys.
You can call me Ebenezer Scrooge,
my bank account and ***** is very huge.
Bah humbug to all you poor people,
if you only could see the size of my steeple.
I am mean, I am vicious,
unlike you I'm very ambitious.
I'll take your home, I'll take your car,
make your payments or I'll leave a scar.
Some call me the new ******
but I'm stronger and much bigger.
I love to see chaos and destruction,
pretty soon, I wont need an introduction.
I'm a genius, who is insane,
I cause suffering, I cause pain.
All of you, are so far beneath,
too rule the world is my belief.
I rule the north, I rule the south,
don't you dare open your mouth.
I rule the west, I rule the east,
I used to be a catholic priest.
Before I take over this pathetic world,
a thousand pounds I once curled.
Don't you dare give me a reason,
especially during the baseball season.
Before I take everyone as my prisoner,
I need your consent with a signature.
Be prepared to be my slave,
I have become the latest rave.
People follow just like fools,
I take their money and their jewels.
I'm the leader of a new cult,
death to you all will be the result.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
Have you ever "dashed through the snow"
"in a one horse open sleigh"
Seen eight maids a milking
saw the three ships I saw today
Have you ever seen a reindeer
With a nose that blinks bright red
Dreamt of fairies and of sugar plums
While sleeping in your bed
Have you ever put a penny
In the old man's hat
Sat down in the parlor
And played "the ministers cat"?
Have you travelled off to whoville
Seen the grinch, his fur all green
Have you ever seen Oriental Kings
Frankincense..I've never seen
But, at Christmas, yes at Christmas
We all sing and sing so well
Of these things that we believe in
And of things we know so well
I've never seen a Christmas
Where a snowman comes to life
But, for me, he lives each Christmas
With Jack Frost, and Frosty's wife
Seeing is believing,
But at Christmas, not so much
We believe in Father Christmas
Things we can't see and won't touch
Christmas is more than giving
It's a feeling in your soul
It's believing in mankinds goodness
Christmas makes me whole.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
whoever vertigo, Go!
whoa! Oh!
whooping ping-pong
whopper perks
***** ore, or
whole hole
whodunit?
Whoville villain? (Grinch!)
whom?
whose ooze?
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Now it might be hard to understand
But just for a moment I ask that you try to comprehend
The idea, the marvel, the miracle
Of learning love’s true definition from a child less than 3 years young
Her name was Amelia Lyon, but she was called Amy Lou
And her hair was up like Whoville’s own Cindy Lou Who
Dr. Suess would’ve been proud
I’m sure he would’ve loved Amelia, as did every single person of every single crowd
We would bring her with us to Disneyland
The happiest place on earth for both woman and man
And little Amy loved every second of it
With a wide smile, never crying, not even a bit
Bearing the power of a simple smile, and a thousand suns
She would light the very streets she crossed
Reaching out and attacking strangers was far from seldom
With a beautiful kiss of innocence, sincerity, we watched as joy would blossom
Did she discriminate?
Did she decide who to incriminate?
No, you see, Amelia would never
If someone was hurt, and broken, she could make all things better
A beautiful soul
To match a beautiful girl
I learned, let me tell you
What true love is, something new
Something that is rarely practiced
But only talked about, and the fact is
I’ve never seen love quite like this!
It was sincere, and it was real and it was amazing
A special perspective, a new trail she was blazing
And now I know what true love is
Humble, supportive, and nonjudgemental
Kind, gorgeous and always gentle
Thank You, Amy Lou.
One day, I hope to be like you.
But now she's gone, at two and a half you were taken from us
So unique, Heaven, God, and the Angels were jealous
Do I feel robbed? Do I feel cheated?
Certainly not! Because I know who I shall see when I am greeted
There she will be, adorable and precious
That gleaming smile with a child’s eyes
At the opening of the Gates, it will be glorious
Because finally, that disguise, that shroud of earthliness
Will have been torn away, and we will forever be united again
My baby sister, my Amelia Lyon, my Amy Lou
I miss you so very dearly, my little Cindy Lou Who
With love, bittersweet tears, and a heart deeply aching
Your brother, Remington Charles King
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
...shake off...
who's Whoville's
lifelong dispatch!
without cut n' dip
deeper...O's to Joy...
possible not...
resplendence gesticulating
wildly... momently...
whilst depth lapsing...
beautifying its Void.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
2 little whos
in whoville dream
while dr. seuss
screams SAM I AM!
(a redblue fish
carols a zart
musicalic
ious schlittenfahrt)
the grinch steals X-
mas.i&you
the grinch & max
(who's barking) BOO!
Dec 20, 2023
Dec 20, 2023 at 2:36 PM UTC
‘Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree’
Your lights shine too bright
My eyes
Are sensitive
And so are my ears
Loud voices and bustling shoppers
Make me anxious
Whatever happened to whoville?
I don’t need presents or money
I’m happy with those I love around me
Sometimes I wonder if they feel the same
Or has the holiday season
Driven them insane?
Dec 14, 2021
Dec 14, 2021 at 12:22 AM UTC
Ah the way this feels
To be a part of us
And I know I'm just a part
Act One in a Broadway play
Special in my own right,
But not ever complete
Without Act Two
I've never felt this way before
The way a child feels with ice cream
The way a chemist feels with a mol
The way a Christian feels with Jesus
All of them combined
To make my heart swell
Bigger than the Grinch's
On Christmas Day in Whoville
And because it's grown so big
I can't help but to share it
Because it's like the best milkshake in the world
Two straws are necessary
And how this has come to be
Took my more than by surprise
Almost as if someone dissected my thoughts
And produced someone perfect
To more than cancel out the negative past
Although my face doesn't always smile
Know that through my frown,
That though my tears stick to my cheeks
Inside, the smile's still there
Because, see, it can't be switched
It can't be turned upside down
And even though I know it's hard
To see past my tears and frowns
Please know that it is there
Underneath everything else
It's like the embers of a roaring fire
Red hot, like the Chili Peppers
Inextinguishable, a passion so strong
And also reaching out forever
Like a line on a circle
Wrapping round and round
Like an infinite slinky
And like that slinky that goes on
That I could never get bored of playing with
That I could forever push down the stairs
And rush to the top, more excited than ever
This feeling, here in my heart
Means the world to me
I've learned so much from it
I've learned what it means
I've learned what love truly is
I've learned what smiles are made of
And learning a lot from this lesson
Seeing both the good and bad
Just makes the feeling stronger
To have the smile again
And this poem would have no purpose
If I didn't mention that I thought
That it could never be this way
That two could feel so much like one
While still being two
While letting us do us
Like smashing the ball out of the park
Farther than any home run before
And more powerful than a cannon's blast
And though I know that maybe
At sometime yet to come
My smile may not be as easy to see
I will know, as I know now
That smiles never fade
That they only hide close to the heart
Waiting for a chance to shine again
Like sunset's final wink before night
All of this is to say
I really really enjoy each day
I wouldn't want it any other way
I wouldn't want a thing to change
Together, things are never strange
And thinking about you makes me think
That this kind of ship could never sink
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
of blissbrick meanderings
smacks straight into
purpose, full
don't number
nameless incubating
prior to hatch
unimaginable unknowns
may yet manifest
one potential alteration:
me, singer in this
ambiguously yay rap duo
Vernacular Spectacular
Spitshit Linguistic
or maybe Prolix Helixed
first album:
Straight Outta Whoville
you may know
but you never
quite know
the One is THE
ultimate storyspinner
weaving all our tiny threads
into tapestry bigger
than grey matter
can muster
let it
let go
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
Ice bleeds to water in lukewarm air
As timeless crystal lattices
collapse
Into perpetually formless jumbles
You take a pick to the lakebed
Slash shaves of ice from their atomic *******
Grit chattering teeth against slicing cold
To brush frosted life beneath its shell
Exhale vaporous dawnlit dragon-breath
There is no sweat on your icicle skin
Help our furnace-star do its nuclear work
In time for rite of spring
The soul floats a sub-arctic berg
Incongruously bobbing ever onwards
While hypothermia licks at the fingertips
Between your edges and the warming waves
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
The Grinch stood outside his home,
Glanced down and all around,
Not a frown on a Whoville,
In the whole Whoville town,
He huffed and he sighed and he kicked the snow,
"Another year of stupid lights, carolers, things that glow"
He crossed his arms, tilted his head to the side,
"I wonder could I maybe...steal the presents if I tried"
It was getting late and every Who rested their heads,
Except one name Cindy Lou,
Who was quite late for bed,
She wandered down through the houses,
down a road,
From where the Grinch was standing she was as small as a toad.
He said to himself,
"Oh no!...not up here"
When he noticed she was climbing up the mountain,
He could see her crystal clear,
He ran into his house and locked all his locks,
"Max there's someone coming and I don't like it...a lot!"
The dog barked, panted, chased his tail,
"No Max, I'm not answering the door, you can go break a nail"
But the dog insisted and barked to open the door,
"Shh Max, she'll hear us, throw her some cole"
The girl knocked on the door,
Waiting for an answer,
The Grinch snapped "This is not Santa Clause, Rudolph, or Prancer"
But the little girl could see deep down that the Grinch did have a heart,
That was lost but never found,
It was two sizes too small,
It was brought down to that size,
That's why the Grinch held a grudge for
everybody's so-called happy lives,
When he was young he was given away,
And mocked in school for quite a lot of days.
It wasn't Christmas that he hated so much,
It was how he was treated,
That made him feel being nice wasn't good enough,
So he decided to leave the town of Whoville instead,
"This whole place gives me a pain in my head"
He packed up and left and lived on a mountain,
"Hate hate hate loathe hate!!!" he echoed and shouted.
He lost his spirit of jolly and joy,
Tried to steal all the presents, trees, and toys,
But one out of them all called Cindy Lou Who,
Gave him back the spirit of what he once knew.
His heart gave a thump,
it doubled in size,
"What is this feeling?!" the Grinch suddenly cried,
He felt so numb for so many years,
And all of a sudden...that feeling disappeared.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 5:09 PM UTC