A Holiday diddly

I'm not nearly as talented as some of the commenters here, but this one....it required very little thought. If you come up with something better, I'll post it over the holiday week. No religious-based tunes, please.

(*original words not mine)

You're a mean one, MckMama,
You really are a heel.

You're as talented as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, MckMama,
You're a bad tax payer with a greasy credit score.

You're a bad blogger, MckMama,
Your content's an empty hole.

Your photos are full of chopped off heads, you have blown out whites in your pics, MckMama.

I wouldn't hire you for a thirty-nine-and-a-half minute shoot.

You're a foul one, MckMama,
You have blemishes in your perfect life.

You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick cruise sheeple, MckMama.
Given a choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick sheeple.

You're a rotter, MckMama,
You're the queen of sinful sots.

Your header's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, MckMama.

You're a two decker foreclosure and plagiarizing sandwich with repo sauce.

You nauseate me, MckMama,
With a nauseous, super naus.

You're a crooked, sneaky business owner, and you give crooked advice, MckMama.

Your blog is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots.

You're a foul one, MckMama,
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.

Your heart is full of unwashed socks (literally), your motives are full of gunk, MckMama.

The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:
"Stink, stank, stunk"!