Skeleton Man
Skeleton man had his eyes on the prize.
He wanted a bit of pumpkin to make some pies.
The pumpkins were screaming, there were pumpkin cries.
You don’t even have flesh or skin, nose, lips or eyes!
Skeleton man backed away and said, “pardon me”.
I guess I will head to the graveyard and have holiday tea.
That was terrific news to my brothers and sisters and me.
Together we jack-o-lanterns numbers twenty-three.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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