How sly stole christmas

This is the twefth installment of the 25 Days of Christmas.
You're a mean one, Mr. Cooper
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Cooper
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a raccoon, Mr. Cooper
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Cooper
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a foul one, Mr. Cooper
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Cooper
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a vile one, Mr. Cooper
You're a nasty wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Cooper
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
"Stink, stank, stunk"!

You're a rotter, Mr. Cooper
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Cooper
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You nauseate me, Mr. Cooper
With a nauseous super "naus"!
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Cooper
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

Sly taken long time and with Cleo.