No Thanks
What happened to your pumpkin patch?
Is there a color thief about?
Did he turn their little spigots on
and drain their color out?
Perhaps the sun forgot to shine
and their hue could not accrue.
I wonder if they’d taste the same
if stirred into a stew.
For me white pumpkins are a shock
and seem as though they ail.
They don’t get my juices flowing
with countenances pale.
An orange jack o’ lantern is
the only way to go.
A candle lit inside one makes
a very lovely glow.
My family would not accept
a snow white pumpkin pie.
I do not want to risk it.
A white pumpkin I won’t try.
I am sorry that I must decline.
I do not care to take one.
A pumpkin without color is
to me simply a fake one.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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