(I worked too hard on this not to cross post.)
‘Twas the night of Halloween,
And in all the streets
the branches and debris
were frustrating the treats.
All little ghosties and ghoulies
were kept from their rounds
of their neighborhoods darkened
from trees that came down.
Their costumes they hung
back in closet halls.
In hopes that their city
would reschedule their hauls.
“It must be some trick,”
they thought to themselves.
“It sure can’t be time
for us to see elves.”
But soon they forgot
that they missed out on Twix.
They pulled on their snow boots,
and went out in the mix.
They built up their snowman,
and snowball fights led.
They slid down the hills
on the sled from the shed.
Their parents breathed sighs.
Did they escape the worst fate?
Would the holiday pass
without sugar highs great?
Alas, not to be.
The city decided
in its infinite wisdom
that candy bars be provided.
Still there was a postponement
of the rush to eat chocolate.
A week extra off
to prepare for the racket.
That is, if there’s any
little “fun size” treats left.
If the parents don’t eat it
in dark, desperate theft.
Merry Halloween everyone! Hope all of our readers still without power get it back soon, and that you don’t, in the desperation of all this darkness and cold, eat it all up before next Sunday. đŸ™‚
