Something Not Right
To Carol’s pumpkin patch I did go
With my little red wagon behind in tow
A fifty pound one I would use for show
Through teeth and eyes an eerie light would glow
To my surprise as I did a double take
First impressions were thoughts that they were fake
“White pumpkins!” I felt to see if I were awake
“White pumpkins!” Oh give me a break
Acidity in her soil Carol said of her spoil
Of such the flush of pumpkins were soiled
Funny feeling I had of maybe getting oiled
Pumpkins bleached white as though they had been boiled
Spoiled, soiled and oiled and maybe even broiled
By a promise, of free pumpkin, I am so embroiled
A sucker for free stuff, so rub me also with palm oil
It is Halloween, so I must assume this spoil
A golden pumpkin delight is white of spite
In acidity soil, echoes my usual plight,
something doesn’t seem well for day is not night
Though with my pumpkin white, I split the site
In honor of Carol Brown
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