Merry Christmas from Dr Wicked's Writing Lab
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A Sequel
The roast beast had been sliced the last toy was silenced
but that was not yet the end of the violence
Here is a tale that goes back up Mount Crumpit
To meet the she-fiend, the worst kind of strumpet
Though her son's heart was two sizes too small
The Grinch's mother, as you'll see, had no heart at all
She lurked in the depths, in the deepest of caves
Plotting to make all the Who's into slaves
She watched the betrayal of the son she had reared
She grumbled and grumped, he'd be no longer feared
Christmas again, but it wasn't the same
It was worse, and her hole for a heart filled with flame
Her son, her own Grinch had joined in the singing
And the noise, noise, noise set her black skull to ringing
In a voice like an insect her words slithered and dripped
"It is time now for me to come down from my crypt"
She said, "Soon, my son will share their demise
With those wretched Who's, oh how I despise
Their mirth and their play, their fun and their joy
Have I not taught him since he was a boy
Slaughter and mayhem are your stock and trade
Blood, bone and terror, the legends we've made"
She retreated to plan, to sharpen and plot
To shine her dark knives which time had forgot
She slipped into darkness like a wet sable tongue
Waiting in malice til the last bell had rung
In the moonless black night not quite a week after
The foothills of Crumpit shook with her laughter
"Mr. Grinch," cried the Who's, "We thought you alone!
Can it be there's another who's taken your throne?"
"I neglected to mention," he said with a clench
"My mother lives up there, the worst kind of wench"
And so she approached, her soul fed on their terror
But her slavering hunger would soon prove her error
For there was down in Whoville a Who brave and true
One matchless warrior, the sensei Cindy Lu
While the Grinch's mother slunk through forest and glade
Cindy sat in her dojo, just she and her blade
"Let her come," she said, "She is her own doom"
Then from the edge of Whoville there came a great boom
Up Cindy sprang and leapt over the town
To the place where Her wrath had first come down
Lu looked over the scene on a roof nimbly perched
Watching the She Beast as it writhed and lurched
"Grinch's Mother!" said Cindy, "It's time that you're done"
"We will fight round the tree at a quarter past one"
"Cindy Lu," said the Mother, with a bone crunching moan
"Will you fight like your father and die all alone?"
"This is my fight," said Cindy, "You will kill no more Who's"
"But what do I get," said the Foe, "If you lose?"
"You can take my soul back with you, back down below"
"Then let us fight!" and she vanished in snow
A quarter past one said the old crooked tower
Cindy Lu stood alone, like a blue winter flower
She watched as a snowflake fell onto her nose
And then from beneath the Grinch's mother arose
She came out of the earth with a serpentine slinking
Behind heavy locked doors many Who eyes were blinking
To see the great beast stand before her that day
There are few Who's today, but the old ones still say
The night would not end, the land knew no sun
Till the fight and the fury produced only one
But the end proved quite different as ends often do
You may wonder rightly what came of Cindy Lu
The blade beat the monster, it tore Her apart
But there was a price for her might and her art
The remains of her soul are scattered in stars
In a sky high above, quite different from ours
Let us be among those who will always remember
Cindy Lu, the fell beast, and the battle of December