Hello Pumpkin
“Hello Pumpkin! You’re gourd-geous
in your striped orange number!” *
Just boo-tiful!
Witch is why, I want to take you to my home.”
“I’d rather patch things up here,” she says.
He takes her home, cuts, depulps and carves
her. She’s changed. She lights up,
but in the dark, out in the cold
she appears angry with flaming eyes.
“There’s no way to patch things up now,”
she grumbles, “but things cannot get any worse,”
until a kid with candy
passes by, grabs her, kicks her
into the field,
lighting it on fire.
She’s all alone in the blaze,
her orange number ruined,
ruined for good,
but one seed digs a trench
and waits until next Autumn.
A gourd in his white number
approaches the patch,
“Hey, it’s my dad! It’s my dad…
Hey, Dad, over here!”
His seed was a dork of a gourd,
but he was his son, and the dad had changed
after his wife ran off and someone burned the plot
across the street. He took his son home
and told him all about how he met his mom
in her orange striped number.
“She was gourd-geous, son!”
10/15/2022
*an item of merchandise and especially clothing
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