Once upon a morning after,

while I pondered Hershey wrappers,

candy roiled inside of me

as I recalled All Hallow’s Eve.

A toga made from old bed-clothes

hadn’t quite covered–so I froze.

The wreath I’d made for my head

caused a rash that seemed to spread.

And so I scratched and retched some more,

crawling slowly ‘cross the bare wood floor,

resolving thus: “Nevermore.”

Happy Halloween!