Fred must explain Halloween to Opal
when he gets home from the poker game.
He just had another bad Halloween.
He thinks Opal doesn’t know but Ethel
from across the street called Opal
and told her the neighbors all know.
Some even have it on their iPhones.
Granny from across the alley
has it on hers and she can hardly
use it to call her daughter.
Last year Opal told Fred don’t drink
Jack Daniels straight again.
It’s embarrassing, she says, to know.
all the neighbors have video of Fred
in his Trump wig and Hillary pantsuit
going door-to-door on Halloween
wearing a sandwich-board that says
Vote For Fred Instead.
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