Ghost Pumpkin
Ghost pumpkin
When the knife
Is inserted in
Your ruff wrinkly skin
You will not feel
As your life blood
Comes to spill
Onto our duds
Scariest face
On the road
But oh the taste
In our abode
When your flesh
Is transformed
Into a mesh
Of pie that's norm
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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