Faith of Chyme a Halloween Poem

Why pumpkin pie was pumpkin pulp I churned each piece a pot born gulp And wondered why each pumpkin died a pot urn'd pile of what I'd tried When pumpkin pulp was all the rage And gas blessed smiles were pooped of age That odors flew on Halloween When pumpkins pooped were on the scene And scary ghouls played trick or treat For all inhaled and in retreat That only ghosts came out at night When faced with fears the pumpkins light And every stove went to the cause For pumpkins cooking nature's laws And all who drooled the pumpkin's sight were merely soldiers pumpkins fright When Halloween can feed the soul And all who eat are pumpkins whole That everyone can need the time To earn their pumpkin's faith of chyme