Fashionista! #13: Trick or Treat!🐾

  
Hello, dear friends, it’s Fashionista Time!
My favorite holiday, and now it’s hers.  
For Tig, her first, that cutest pixie mime:  
A wish - to be like Mom, my little girl’s.  
   
I’ve shown what Halloween is all about.  
We’re in a Target at the costume racks,  
To choose the one to wear when we go out  
With scary look, wax teeth & candy sack?  
   
I’ve given Tig carte blanche, no cost is spared.  
She roams b’twix the hobgoblins & ghosts,    
And finds a shelf with masks & isn’t scared  
To grin & pick the one she wants the most.  
   
She points: a plastic pumpkin for the sweets,    
The clerk rings up two nickels & two fives.  
Then right away we head out to the streets,  
The smell of rain!, just then the bus arrives.  
   
We’re back at home preparing for the night,  
By my front door the bowls of candy there.  
I check the Target bag, this can’t be right:  
Is this all that I bought at Herald Square?  
   
A happy tiger mask??, ain’t that the most!  
She isn’t any bride of Frankenstein,  
Or Kermit frog, and not a Casper ghost!  
With Singer, sewed a cotton sheet & twine.  
   
The light of day is fading, Tig’s all set:  
A ghostly vision of a sparkle cat.  
We go downstairs, the grass & trees are wet,  
A tie-dyed rainbow showing off its tats.  
   
My daughter dances gigg’ling down a street    
Her head is full of Skittles, JuJuBees!  
To trick someone to give her favorite treat,  
Try Abazaba, Look, or Milk Duds, please!  
   
No apples, kale or figs - my FYI,  
Nor vegan substitutes with nuts and soy.  
You don’t know what you’re doing if you try,  
My Tig won’t stand for any other ploy.  
   
A muskrat, tomcat, straw hat play nearby,  
They’re trading booty while I keep the score.  
I hear a shout, my mouth starts to go dry,  
It sounds like Tig & coming from next door.  
   
And here she comes full tilt, almost a blur  
She’s chasing down a senior, someone’s dad.  
It IS my Tig shape-shifted with striped fur;  
I love my sweet-toothed cub she sure is mad.  
   
You leave that one alone, too old for you!  
“But Mom, he gave persimmons with a worm!”  
 I warned you of the old, too hard to chew!  
“I haven’t reached my Mars bar quota yet!”  
   
Now Tig we had our fun you got your sweets;  
Too much of a good thing becomes a pain.  
Let’s go get fries & burgers, it’s my treat,  
Since In-N-Out in Queens it’s not the same!