Mean Old Pumpkin
I don't celebrate the pagan holiday of Halloween, but I DID want to write something for Russell's contest, so here is my rather 'unscary' offering.
I stood alone in the pumpkin patch, a child of three,
Searching for one perfectly shaped, but I didn't see
any that I liked to be my Jack-O-Lantern this year.
Then I heard a loud scary noise, and I cringed in fear.
"MOM," I cried! But she whispered, "Hush child. Go back to sleep."
Vines were crawling up my feet. Are they supposed to creep?
"MOM," I screamed. "This spooky old pumpkin has big mean eyes."
But Mom was being pulled down a hole. I heard her cries!
Now it had a mouth full of teeth, all chomping at me!
Closed my eyes and screamed in fright. I'm just a child of three.
I couldn't move, frozen in fear; I was paralyzed...
being eaten by a pumpkin who was demonized!
There'll be no Halloween for me. It's uncivilized!
September 24th, 2017
Russell's Halloween Scare Contest
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