SUGAR-TALKING BLUES

 

Walking along the road one Samhain night

Saw something odd, gave me a weak-legs fright

Hot pink dragon glowing in moonlight

Stretched over its hoard, man, what a sight

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Now I don’t drink alcohol or smoke weed

Although decades in the past I partook of the seed

True, tonight I celebrated my control freed

Caffeine and chocolate imbibed with speed

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Dragon snored away so I crept near

Have to confess, did feel fear

But wow! Her hoard was oh so clear

Mounds of candy corn celebrating the solar year

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Orange and yellow and white sugar treat

My parents used to call it “chicken feet”

In prep for Thanksgiving I’d gobble it neat

I confess sugar and dye is my favorite eat

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Shoveled the hoard into my backpack

Pausing to eat a midnight snack

Until the sugar high made me slack

And I must’ve passed out on the dragon’s back

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Woke up feeling a pretty hot fire

The dragon yelling, thought I’d expire

“I didn’t do it!” I screamed like a liar

She wrapped her tail around me, I was lifted higher

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“How shall I punish you, my thief?”

“I’m so sorry, but I’m addicted,” I said with grief

“Well it is Halloween so we’ll stay in the motif”

“Yes, I will!” I cried in relief

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“Play me a song with your ukulele

Sing something sad and achingly lonely”

“I will,” said I gladly, “although I’m crappy”

Kindly she said, “Music is soothing even from a wannabe”

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So I played and sang and swore I saw

A few tears wiped away with her claw

I sang and played til my fingers were raw

And then she thanked me, the sugar outlaw

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I hurried home grateful to be unharmed

Swore I’d never steal, especially when unarmed

Sugar is my downfall but now I’m disarmed

And thankful that for once, I was charmed…

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(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My Samhain Effigy & Solar Ghost