'Head' Of The Household
Mother carved a pumpkin head
Boy, how it filled me with dread.
Laughing, "it looks so real I said,
It could be taken from the dead."
I thought she'd smile, but instead
I saw her flush, her face went red.
I asked "where is father, still in bed ?"
It was then that mother fled.
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Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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