I was Laura Ingalls, George Bush, a cowgirl, a nurse
Queen Nefertiti with a candy-filled purse,
All despite tyrannies of the “Fun Size”
Because no miniaturized candy is fun in my eyes.
Once home, brother and I would set out our wares
Arranging battalions of chocolately fare
To improve our hauls with meticulous trades
Of desirable candies, haggled and paid.
We bore our customized stashes upstairs to bed,
Slightly greasy from make-up and a bit too well-fed,
Dreaming of Hershey’s in our lunch for a few weeks at least –
Sweets to last til the Thanksgiving feast.