About Gourds
They look like little pumpkins,
Cute and orange, with a stem,
Or else like tiny long-necked squash;
The stores sell lots of them.
They serve as decorations
As they brighten homes for fall,
A counterpart to jack-o-lanterns,
Faceless, though, and small.
However, I do wonder
Why they’ve gotten so maligned
For when someone’s out of someone’s gourd,
It means he’s lost his mind!
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