Tiny wrappers colorfully littering the breeze.Teachers pulling out their hair, beg for mercy please.
Mommy rubs her eyes from worse than usual sleepless night,
'Cause junior's scary sightings woke him up six times from fright.
Yesterday I swear these jeans fit me across the thighs,
and my husband is so whiny crashing from his sugar high.
My mom calls up all chipper, asks 'what ever do you mean?'
I say 'cut the cheery grandma crap, it's the day after Halloween!'
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