Stick and Defeat
In the fading heat of a waning falling October night
Trick and Treat travel on their broomstick’s front seat
high speed velocity twin turbo engines in roaring flight
‘We must beat others to hallowed doors and beat defeat’
‘No one must impede our finely tuned Quidditch’s path’
Speeding on angel gas enriched with technology’s potion
they whiz through the busy sky have projected their math
have hacked air control have consulted internet motion
At a gate of a palace of fine marble and extravagant riches
old Scrooge bickers ‘in my day we were lucky to get an orange
and maybe a piece of coal you two modern and greedy es
I have something to teach you a lesson for I am The Gorringe’
Here is a coin ‘that’s the way the money goes pop goes the weasel’
At the Eagle Tavern Scrooge has prepared for revenge in delight
the landlord fills Trick’s and Treat’s goblets from a decanter of diesel
‘Have one for the road you measly creatures please don’t get a fright’
Despite all mod cons they are suddenly grounded high on the fuel
hallucinate happily have glorious visions of hot sausage and mustard
while there in the mood already dream of the forthcoming Pagan Yule
nothing worse than going cold turkey but they imagine cold jelly and custard
When Trick and Treat crash from above because their parachute fails
the old man in his wisdom chuckles to himself because he is still standing
his bones are crackling but a sound mind feeds on the moral the story entails:
‘If you underestimate seasoned wisdom there might be an unhappy ending’
30th October 2018
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