Ilene Bauer Poet Couplet

Picking a Pumpkin

When picking a pumpkin, I want one that’s round,
The fattest, most corpulent one to be found.
It needn’t be heavy or massive in size,
But shape is a place where I won’t compromise.

The color, of course, is important, as well.
It has to be orange - no washed-out pastel.
I’m sorry for specimens speckled with green;
They just do not make the cut for Halloween.

And lastly, before I discover my gem,
I search ‘til I find one with strong, curvy stem.
I’ll never select one that’s missing its handle – 
(It comes in quite handy when planting the candle).

When I’ve found the one that fulfills all my needs,
I’ll scoop out the insides and toast up the seeds.
My husband will carve out a devilish grin
And our Jack ‘O will welcome the holiday in.

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Robert Johnson November 3, 2013 at 6:33 PM Pumpkin pie, a scary eye, lit up with fear and fodder. Such wonderment is always had when Jacko's even odder. Peace. :)

Andrea Dietrich October 26, 2013 at 1:51 AM I love to toast the seeds too. Do you ever use garlic salt and parmesan on ones cooked in butter? SO yummy. Very good poem. I too look for all these things but don't mind if the pumpkin is small.

Delysia Hendricks October 25, 2013 at 2:00 PM hahaha. The proof of the pudding lies in the picking. Lovely Halloween poem, Ilene. If this is for the contest, good luck, my friend. Licia :-)

Jon A Cavanaugh October 25, 2013 at 11:13 AM You are absolutely amazing. to come up with such a gem of a poem in such a short time. Love this!