The Mayor has repeatedly asked to chew gum.
I have said no and no and no again and he has grown weary of me.
Someone gave him a piece of bubble gum while he was trick or treating last night and he hit his own personal jack pot.
Awe struck, he wouldn't put the gum in his candy bag. Instead, he stowed it safely in his pants pocket and, at home, he begged to chew it.
I told him he could chew it the next day so he tried to arrange to sleep with the gum.
We finally agreed to let it rest on his nightstand where he could watch over it until morning.
After our treaty was forged, he sat at the dining room table fondling the gum.
To no one in particular he said,
"I won't take it into my bed... but I might have to touch it a lot."
The Rooster had fun too!
-- a Halloween jack pot of my own!!]