A Very Grinchy Aftermath

I left out the roast beast, the puddings, the pies,
The Who-hash and treats that would sparkle his eyes.
I stacked them up neatly, I waited with hope,
For the Grinch to appear down the chimney’s dark slope.

By morning the plates were all empty and bare,
No roast, no Who-pudding, not one crumb to share.
No thank-you note written, no grin, no salute,
Just a bowl full of green where the cookies once stood.

It seems that the Grinch, in his holiday haste,
Enjoyed every morsel, each savory taste.
Then paused, looked around, gave a satisfied plop,
And left me behind his most personal drop.

So here is the proof, though it’s rude, though it’s crude,
The aftermath left by a Christmas-thief dude.
Not coal, not a trinket, not something polite,
Just Grinch poop, bright green, from a very full night.