An Ode to the Day After Halloween

I should stop eating candy.
Snickers, Reese’s, M—and—M’s
Ah—those M & M’s
How I love chocolate!
How I love your candy coating!
Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Orange, Brown
Alas, I should stop eating you!
They tell me of the sugar high,
that you will induce.
That you would cause with your
unpronounceable sugar.
Your sweet, yummy—
But no!
Tis’ not to be!
You are not mine to keep!
You are not mine to eat!
I am too old
to trick—or—treat.
Too old, the adults say,
to eat you!
You, my lovely, sweet, scrumptious—
No!
Do not seduce me with your
unpronounceable, chemist-created sugar, your—
delectable, delicious, unattainable awesomeness
compacted into tiny bites of crunchy, melty,
candy-coated chocolate!
Oh, the agony of it all!
That I should be denied,
where my younger brother is not!
And to hear the death-toll,
of the words—
“You
are
too
old
to
eat
so
much
sugar,
give
that
candy
to
your
brother.”

by Lindsey
Age 17