First Week
It’s autumn–
October–
a big Harvest Moon.
The leaves,
from the trees,
upon the ground strewn.
Carpeting porches,
Sidewalks and streets,
Filled with masked children
Soliciting sweets.
Provided by neighbors
–unless they are foolish,
since unsweetened children
Can often be
ghoulish.
Opting to trick
in absence of treat,
consisting–
of twisting
the Charmin’ in trees.
Or egging
a doorway,
darkened and quiet,
venting frustration,
in albumin riot–
yes, the ways
one can pay
–for skipping tradition,
are bad for resale
and border sedition.
So don’t
be a hero–
on next trip to store,
buy oodles of candy
to keep by your door,
and hand out to kiddies,
attended by Mommy
–who can’t be
reproached,
‘cause Mommy’s a Zombie.
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