Sad Pumpkin Head
Filled with despair and gloom was old pumpkin head.
His best friend had disappeared - both Charlie and Ned.
Where do you think they went? I asked him politely.
I guess they are angry with me, he said, and rightly.
I was not so nice, called them names and such.
I made fun of Charlie’s culture, you know he is Dutch.
I poked Ned in the chest a few times, real mean.
I guess Pumpkin Head learned a lesson on Halloween.
If you are not nice to people and push them away.
They might not be your friend the very next day.
Moral of this tale, be kind with every action and word.
Unless you want to live life alone, souring like curd.
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