…and tongue in cheek, a poem I wrote for Halloween:
Once upon a morning after,
while I pondered all the wrappers,
candy roiled inside of me
as I recalled All Hallow’s Eve.
A toga made from old bed clothes
didn’t quite cover–so I froze.
The wreath I made for my head
caused a rash that seemed to spread.
And so I scratched and retched some more,
crawling slowly ‘cross the floor,
resolving thus: “Nevermore!”
MIGHTIER THAN A SWORD 