The tin of spaghetti

The moody Grinch drove down the road

A smelly man looked like a toad

Slimey hands with hair of grease 

Never giving those girls some peace

Always taking spaghetti tins

And scrubbing round those dirty bins 

Gambling shops he wastes some cash

Then wonders why he looks like trash

Going into that empty house

Silent steps just like the mouse

He likes to take the little girls stuff

Cause he's like a Billy goats gruff

Reviews

[Dark_Duckling]

This poem effectively crafts a very interesting as well as despicable sounding character. I really wish it was longer and had more to go with it. I guess that just proves the effectiveness of your writing.
Really good stuff here

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Something a bit sinister about this character; would not be surprised if he owns a long dirty trench coat! Good one Kevin - love a bit of 'black humour' ... :-)

[Jade]

This is so wonderful and cute, enjoyed this write