White Pumpkins
I got invited to Carol's pumpkin patch
There was only one little catch
All the white pumpkins were free
Not one orange one --did I see
Why oh why were they all white
It really created quite a sight
Carol no wonder they were for free
Who would want a white pumpkin--not me
But I will take it and make a pie
It will taste so good--your taste buds will die
I am in confusion as to how the pie will turn out
Never made a white pumpkin pie so am in doubt.
So together we will try something new
Pumpkin pie for just us two.
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