Living In a Happy Jack O Lantern
She was living in a happy Jack-o-Lantern because it was fun.
The ghosts in the night had left on a humungous five K run.
The howling of the wind was dying down, sliding under the sun.
Hello! I told the magic makers. I want my hotdog hot on a bun.
There are no more buns, the faerie of the east promptly said.
I knew this was a fib, for I saw two buns on her enormous head.
Just give me a little time, and I will trade you a feathered bed.
I told an old witch, whose face was enormously puffy and red.
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