The Random Pumpkin

The flyer through the letterbox claimed 'pumpkins now half price' I'll make a pie for Ma-in-law, for once do something nice I was told to bring a wheelbarrow, maybe a pair of wellies But all this preparation, still did not prepare me For when I reached the pumpkin patch, behold, there dazzling bright Were twenty seven pumpkins, none orange, but white! I rubbed my eyes and scratched my head, but still they didnt change And thought inside my muddled mind 'the grower must be strange' But still I paid the buying fee for my rare and freaky fruit Rolled it in my barrow and squelched home in my boots Then when I got it home I sat and stared an hour or two I wanted orange pumpkin pie but white will have to do I dont know yet how I'll explain this to my Ma-in law She'll take one look at anaemic pie and laugh me out the door! But beggars can't be choosers, I'm just gonna have to blag it And next time I want pumpkin pie, go to the supermarket 27th October 2011