After Shel Silverstein

A CANDY-CORNY HALLOWEEN POEM SOMEWHAT AFTER THE MANNER OF SHEL SILVERSTEIN

Pity the costumeless
For today they are like
The nuts in the trail mix
The string on the kite
The plot in pornography
Or the mice at the zoo
They're too tall for the ride
So thank Heck they're not you.

Pity the costumeless
For maybe they feel
Like they are in costume
The rest of the year
But today, they can be
Nice and normal and plain
By dressing up like
It's just Monday again.

Pity the costumeless
Whether lazy or poor
Or Halloween-Scrooge-ish
Or the perpetual bore
Though they have disenfranchised
Themselves from the fun
Do still grudge them some candy
For I am one!