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IT WILL BE A SAD HALLOWEEN

Pumpkins!
They are sitting at the counter
In one of those all-night diners
See them through the large front window
Eating donuts    sipping cider

A fine young fox is waiting table
Wondering how the pumpkins are able?

Without    the street is unlit
(except for the diner sign)
Dark as hell’s pit

Foxy    on elbows    leans toward the two
Washing dishes    a glass or two

He’s telling the boys of a legendary beast
Who    on pumpkin’s innards loves to feast

That this is the night of the Pumpkin Eater
(he who is evil)
Favorite son of a garden devil

“He’ll suck out the seeds and the rest of the goo
For some human daddy to make a spook out of you”

Hearing this    the boys    Bob and Clyde
From orange to white    turn    in hue    

And on a sudden is heard a great roar
That shatters the glass – window and door

Wily fox ducks under the counter
(quite the best thing to do)
A whirling vampire comes into view

The boys    Bob and Clyde   are stuck to their seats
“Aha!” says P.E.  “Something fresh to eat”

When the monster inhales    pumpkins fly off their stools
                                       (caught in mid-air) 
“Yum yum!” it drools

Like a razor its tongue    vacuuming stew
Poor Bob and Ted    Wily Fox too

And the next morning    lo    on the radio
(there is news)
“A mysterious tornado made a hop
Wiping out the entire pumpkin crop”

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