Pumpkin Man Terrorizes Me
Pumpkin man tore off another’s arm for a walking stick.
He hiked through the pine forest with one-armed Nick.
The frown he gave me turned my hair star white.
Even on Halloween, this creep gave me a fright.
He had a foul odor and a glare to his ebony eyes.
He travelled with dead pumpkins, no big surprise.
I was terrified when he chased me in my dreams.
Don’t worry, he’s not as scary as he always seems!
Where had the voice come from? I yelled “hark!”
Opened my eyes and saw Pumpkin man in the dark.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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