Who says kids are the only ones who get to have any fun on Halloween night? Or who pay the price the next morning?
THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE
I thought, "Tonight I'll be a kid.
I'll trick-or-treat." And so I did.
I scoured the house until I found
The coolest Halloween duds around.
With goodie bag and ghostly light
I lumbered out into the night
And joined the wild, exuberant throng
Of childish beggars all night long.
I found myself one of the leaders
Of all the little trick-or-treaters.
We scoured the streets and rang the bells.
We played our tricks and ran like...heck.
So through the night we kept on going
Until our bags were overflowing
With candy bars and licorice whips,
Suckers, gum, and red wax lips.
I finally bid my friends goodbye
And headed homeward, so that I
Could revel in the childlike glory
Of eating all my inventory.
I gorged myself upon the stuff
Until I thought, "I've had enough."
And with that final thought in head,
I doused the lights and went to bed.
I thought that Time made a mistake
When my alarm scared me awake
And made me realize, that yummy
Candy was still in my tummy.
All my internal organs railed
At all the goodies I'd inhaled
The night before. But I, the jerk,
Had to get up and go to work.
I obviously looked quite sick,
And people picked up on it quick.
"Are you all right?" "Are you okay?"
"Shut up," I said, "and go away."
My boss, not one for understanding,
Got all upset and was demanding
Explanations and the chances
I could change my circumstances.
I told him, without trying to bore,
My exploits of the night before.
My boss gave me the evil eye
And asked a question: Simply, "Why?"
With everything that I'd been through,
There was but one thing left to do --
In glorious Halloween-y hues,
I tossed my cookies on his shoes.
copyright (c) 2005, Danny M. Davids
