Candy Corn

Candy corn! Candy corn!
I want nothing else in my Halloween bag
but mounds of candy corn!
I could Trick or Treat all night
and then stay out until the morn,
but nothing screams Halloween to me
like a sack full of candy corn.

I marvel at its yellow cap,
followed by orange and its tip of white
and if I didn't get candy corn in my bag,
it would have been just a fruitless night.

And a ghost could try to scare me
and I wouldn't jump one bit,
but if I didn't get my candy corn,
I'd be frightened out of my wits.

A witch could put a spell on me 
and then go flying into the sky.
Or a black cat could cross my path a hundred times
and I wouldn't blink an eye.

An owl could hoot in my ear until dawn
and I wouldn't hear a peep.
But if I didn't get candy corn in my bag,
I wouldn't be able to sleep.

A bat could hover over my head
and a vulture circle nearby.
A gaggle of goblins could follow me home
and the man in the moon could wink his eye.

A skeleton could tap me on the shoulder
and it would scarcely cause a fright,
but as long as I have candy corn in my bag
I'm the happiest soul on Halloween night.

copyright © 2019 Gregory Firlotte

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