| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Children's >> ID #1821588 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Pumpkin and the Moon Winds are blowing under the trees, Autumn is here, soon it will rain. My finest friend, Pumpkin the Tease, Has just misplaced his mushy brain. I watched the children use a knife, There wasn’t much a moon could do. They said they gave him a new life, On a board he’s stuck with some glue. “So sorry my dear Pumpkin friend, I know they’ve hurt you a lot. With you I’ll stay until the end, I’m the only friend you have got!” “Why are you laughing dear Pumpkin? Have you completely lost your mind? You are now a simple bumpkin, Your face was cut in your behind!” “Stop crying, Moon, I’m doing fine, I’m a bit lighter than before. They only took my broken spine, Come on, your becoming a bore!” “Tonight I’m going to a ball, I’ll have a candle for a brain. Halloween eve at City Hall, I’m happy and you cry in vain!” Hanna October 2011 24 lines ![]()
© Copyright 2011 Hanna (UN: hanna at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Hanna has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |