Pumpkin Spice heralds fall,
But I do not like it at all.
This seasonal fascination
Is an uncouth affirmation.
Cold weather is sure to follow~
Snow and ice and homebound wallow!
Ewwy, gooey insides.
Scrape the pumpkin clean.
Carve some eyes, a funny grin.
Happy Halloween!
WAS CINDERELLA
RUINED BY THE BIG FELLA
ENDS UP JUST SMELLA
fanciest finest pumpkin man from Timbuktu
Just danced past us wearing the snazziest shoe
adorned in striped pantaloons and matching vest
he is by far much more gallant than the rest
Lace on his sleeves, gold trim on his brocade vest
He truly is the produce patch's snazziest
pink satin ribbon adorning his tall top hat
shows us this pumpkin man is “truly all that”
You've scooped out all the seeds,
but there's something else a pumpkin needs.
Think of other things -
you must scrape out pesky strings,
and know when to stop.
Otherwise, you'll never chop.
can you guess which pumpkin is mine? Barbie says to us.
No idea, lies Auntie Mame, Uncle Henry and my dog Gus.
I roll my hazel eyes at their pretensions, for next to the sink
lies a gorgeous long-lashed-eyed pumpkin completely in pink
pumpkin harvest faerie slithered into town
We knew she was there, she is kind of a clown
She made jokes as she inspected the pumpkin patch
We all like her a lot, she is a tough faerie to match
She checks the stems, the Rubenesque shape, the vine
Never a complaint from her, none of us have heard her whine
She checks to make sure the pumpkins have the soil they need
Then she flies off into the air with her unicorn steed
the creature was sitting quietly in the pumpkin patch
Her head was made of gunny sacks, we called her Match
Because all of her seams were lined up evenly.
She did not speak much, but she giggled with glee.
The giggling was excessive, it bothered Tony for a while.
She looks diabolical, look at her devilish smile.
I did not see it, but liked the way she exuded joy.
Match went home with me and became my favorite toy.
what is that coming down the lane?
She has a large head, is it made of grain?
As she saunters into sight, she has an evil look
Oh no! It is Devilina from meadow Bad Brook!
We all begin screaming and run back to our mothers
Trick-or-treating is out, says our cousin Warm Druthers
He is the biggest chicken, has been all his life.
Shut up! We tell him. Devilina will probably become your wife.
creepy sleepy weepy peep-y wee
hiding behind loud witch named Tee
She puts the wee into a pumpkin stew
Tee’s familiar cat laughed, his name was Boo
creepy wee loved being part of the pumpkin stew
She swam around in the warm murky gulpy goo
Stew spit her onto an overhead light
She was sitting there on Halloween night
Good morning, pumpkin pie, as sweet as a pie, you make life like a slice of pie.
As lovely as a flower blooming in the garden, you make life bloom with love and imagination.
You bring joy with love, caring, and all of your many ways, love you as we grow together each day.
Thinking of you as the sun and rain are breaking through my morning.
Kookie pumpkin stack of three
Turns to look at lil ole me
What are you doing here? asks number two
The others roll their eyes, I don’t have a clue
Do I answer to pumpkins? No. I do not.
I keep walking past, but now it’s a trot.
Get back here you coward! He yells in a fit.
I stick out my tongue, but he cannot see it.
This satisfies me though, and I keep going.
It’s a cold Halloween, and it might start snowing.
I want to get all the candy I can get before my shoes get wet.
Come back here! Yells the pumpkin stack, all in a fret.
Bee lived in a pumpkin house, and happy was he there
I wish I lived in your hive, said Bumbly, a big brown bear
You can have my room, the bee said, go and see the queen
The bear was chased off by a swarm, for queens can be quite mean.
I am riding my spider to pumpkin town
She was singing this song as she flew down
I ran off when I saw the size of her steed
He was so scary, I think I may have also peed
Spiders do not usually scare me but this one was a brute
The witch saw my face and she started to giggle and hoot
I was not so glad to hear her enormous rump toot
There was a stench that nearly made me fall off my stoop.
Baby the ballerina insisted on wearing a pumpkin tutu
Actually, her mother did it, for she knew what to do
Grandma helped because she was a seamstress too
Audience was amazed because the pumpkin showed through.
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