Remy and the Bowl

Finally oh, finally,

A bed sheet white as ivory.

An ideal, easy disguise,

Or so it felt at the time.

Remy perused the town’s porches,

Such sheet-masked misfortune.

He’d grown overzealous

In pursuit of nougat clusters

And jellybean belly-busters.

Down McKinley he drifted,

All snoot and primly,

Free floating under a sheet.

A glutton’s compass set

To a “Take One” bowl.

Remy found treasure, truth be told,

Soon to taste fruit taffy folds.

He tip toed

As his eyes would grow

to a king size.

Sneaky steps toward a tragic demise

Reached to take one

A handful

No reluctance in his fun.

He swatted down the sign,

Unmonitored, ready to run.

Remy smug and satisfied.

The sign limp and cracked,

The trespassed bucket came alive with a swift and unthinking THWACK!

Armed and quite thirsty for disobedient blood,

The porch bowl breathed vendetta into Halloween night.

For bucket loved to share milk dud,

And those teeny tart Runts.

But only, oh only, if those Gromerts would take one.

It was a matter of principle,

To the bucket, you see.

You take one and go,

So someone else gets a treat.

You don’t disobey

A bucket offering sweets.

It might rebuttal with a knife,

And leave you spilled on the streets.

A sudden slice to the forearm.

The bucket was only taking one.

Revenge on the greedy

Is such great fun,

A gift from life, a true freebie.

Yummy yum,

Into the belly-bucket drum.

Unexpected dessert,

Fleshy chewing gum.

It was a happy Halloween

For the self-righteous bowl.

Not for hospital bound Remy,

Who seconded his gluttonous goal