Little Pumpkins
In remembrance of Malvina Reynolds
Little Pumpkins in a pumpkin patch
Little Pumpkins growing side-by-side
Little Pumpkins taste of sticky taffy
Little Pumpkins in a row.
There's a black one, a sea-green one
Polkadot and honey-yellow one
But not one's an orange one
And I wanted one that was orange.
All the people in the pumpkins
Pay rent to Peter-Peter and
He's their landlord they're his serfs and
He deflowers their every bride.
All their children dry the pumpkin seeds
And plant them in the pumpkin patch
And the pumpkins become fat and firm
And the children move right in.
There are puce ones there are white ones
One's vermilion, one is indigo
And they all taste just like sticky taffy
Which was left out in the sun.
Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2021
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