The Lament of Cindy Lou Who

Ok, Daddy-o, picture a dark, smoky stage and a spotlight lit stool. This cat walks out clad all in black, book of verse under the arm. It’s Beatnik poetry night, so start snapping your fingers and superimpose the 3-piece jazz ensemble from “So I Married an Axe Murderer” behind this rare holiday treat (a clear rip off of “Woman, Woman, Woman” if I do say so myself). Oh yah, and try to have a Merry Christmas!***

The name’s Cindy Lou But you may call me Miss Who At the time I was no more than two

I’m about to spin you a tale Of the lies and betrayal Of a man of deceit and of vice

Santa…..Sannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnta Hard Hearted Harbinger of Holly Bring presents to my house For me and my mouse…

“Where are you going with my tree???” She screamed into the night Like a rotten egg with no nog to be found

“Why, I’m taking it home,” Lied the covetous old sinner “There’s a light out on one side, don’t you see? I’ll fix it up there, and bring it back here, And, my dear, I will do it for free.”

The naive little chick that I was I believed the deceit that was said Oh, give me that coooool glass of water Quickly, now, shoo me to bed.

You stole all my joy You took all my toys Took the food for the feast Cat, you swiped our roast BEAST

You left us in crisis Not a crumb for our mices

Santa…..Sannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnta You Green Greedy Grabber of Goods Many years later, I see (after much therapy) I think I just had a breakthrough

She screamed into the night Like a thinker with no thoughts left to thunk “Remember me…my name is Cindy Lou Who For I’ll get you, my Santa dear And that reindeer-like dog of yours, too!”

Exit stage left