Mr. Pumpkin

Excuse me Mr. Pumpkin,

I couldn’t help but see

How flawless is your rind

As orange as can be

And now I really must tell you

Though slightly shy to say

Please don’t take this wrong

It’s a compliment I’ll pay

My intentions are truly genuine

I mean no hurt or harm

When I say you are the handsomest

Of any on this farm

I’m strangely deeply drawn to you

Like I’ve never been before

It cannot be love at first sight

I don’t believe in that for sure

Still I feel compelled to own you

To have my way with you

You’ll greet my Trick-or-Treaters

When with my knife I’m through

Share via
Copy link
Powered by Social Snap