The sweet shouts of exuberance
And promis’d hot chocolate’s innocence
Crowd the clouds and aloft birds’ wings,
As the blissful bask in their swings.
You will never ever (ever!)1
Feel this. Curs’d to only endeavor
For borrowed wist, lensed memory
By knowing that Frankenweenie
Was Released a decade ago
When you were eleven or so.
1. Unless you are five… If you’re five, why are you reading The Heckler?