With A Nod Toward Poe…

…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!”