At loose ends on a Friday close to 6,
without a task ahead and feeling well,
I have the yen to pen again, affix
a nib to paper, let the blue ink flow.
Without a pressing subject (nothing sticks
in mind or begs to make a cursive mark),
I’ll just commemorate there were no tricks
from kids, and treats amassed are looking swell.
Of candy caught, I’m eying cups and Twix.