A Halloween Tale

Peter the Pumpkin went walking one night When Samantha the Squash strolled past Peter was smitten, it was love at first sight "Will you marry me now?" He asked They ran to Patch Hall like frolicking pups Judge Winnie the Witch performed rites "Any veggie who objects, speak now or shut-up! I pronounce you pumpkin and wife" Gossip spread in the patch as events unfolded Artichokes choked and sweet onions cried Cucumbers clambered and scallions scolded "Outrageous! They both should be fried!" Sam's momma fainted, Pete's papa condemned His shell was quivering with rage "An inter-gourd marriage? Over my dead stem! I'll beet your rind-end, you're underage!" So they fled to Farmer Joe's fruit tree estate (They're a bit more liberal, you see) "Hey, what's the big deal? We cross-pollinate! Sit down, have some compost, feel free!" "Joe will hoe you a quaint little fertilized bed There's plenty of space here to grow" So they put down their roots and quickly cross-bred Two dozen young Squashkins in a row