After Halloween by Tatiana Pahlen

After Halloween
Pistols, Swords and Daggers
By Tatiana Pahlen

He snored like a tiger,
axed from my bed;
the mix Rum-n-Mango
increased my headache.

His whiskers and tail
were neatly hung
among old stripes
on the two false fangs.

Eager and frisky,
he lost his quest
to a bottle of whisky,
chased by Guinness.

Aroused from a coma,
he opened his eyes
and asked who he was,
and who was I?

I put clean stripes
on his burning torso.
"Your arms," he roared,
"Pistols, swords or daggers?"

I broke into laughter
at his raspy voice;
"Take it easy, Tiger,
I'm just a nurse!"