Pumpkin Soup
Every now and then
I've a desire for pumpkin soup
But this culinary journey
Always throws me for a loop
You see, I simply can't resist
Picking the biggest fruit
So enormously heavy
I can hardly lift the brute
It's far too big to chop
So I drop it on the ground
Successfully breaking it
Into a massive mushy mound
I peel and chop for hours
Orange is everywhere
On the benches and the floor
And on my clothes and hair
I make a years supply
It's overwhelming sight
Sadly the consequence is ...
I've lost my appetite
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