A poem inspired by my frustration at shopping for Halloween costumes
Based on the poem "THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS"
by Clement Clarke Moore
It’s late in October and all through the stores,
There’s out of place Christmas trees garnishing the floors,
I, with my purse strings and my kids wearing masks,
Have just tried to get through our Halloween tasks,
The costumes were strewn between wreaths without care,
In hopes we would purchase both before leaving from there,
When down the store aisles, there arose such a chatter,
I grabbed my poor kids to see what was the matter,
Pouring through costumes, we searched hard to find,
Iron Man and Disney Princesses buried inside,
Then what to my shop-weary eyes should appear,
but red and gold plastic And a tiara in here,
With tags that confirmed that the right costumes were found,
I knew in that moment we were register bound,
Faster than RoadRunner, my children they ran,
And I called them by their new names to catch up if I can.
“Now Iron Man! Now Jasmine! And you, Belle over there!
Your costumes can remain here if you dare!”
Iron Man and his princess entourage sulked with a pout,
Before the next tantrum, we got through the checkout.
To our car in the lot at the end of the mall.
Now to the freeway and Home, once and for all!!!
