The Island of Thrown Away Holiday Candy

Past the salad fields of green, With ciders flowing in between, An island sits though out a-ways, Of candy from the holidays. They’re thrown away and tossed aside, Without a bite or even tried, So past the days of fresher primes, They cry about forgotten times. The candy corn all in a heap, Continue on to slowly weep, Passed over for a candy bar, To sit untouched inside a jar. And next to them, the tootsie rolls, Were pushed aside in candy bowls, They sob next to the candy canes, Who watched alone the Christmas trains. Just look who’s sitting by the docks, A full but lonely chocolate box, Who never shared dessert with wine, Or eaten by a Valentine. The hollowed bunnies hop around, The jelly beans upon the ground, But stuck among a larger mass, Of artificial Easter grass. They weep and think about the day, And time that they were thrown away, As now it’s here they sadly roam, Their misfit candy island home.