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
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2021
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