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Ode to the Gourd
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Orange, Round, and Lumpy,
You are truly the embodiment of our Halloween spirit,
Residing on our porches, eyes aflame, baring your puzzle-piece teeth,
You watch over us on this 31st night,
Your glowing impression bewitching the costuméd children,
Whilst you guard the coveted sugary treats,
Beloved by all.
Yet perils you face when at last your candle’s flame expires,
Being busted open by the feet of many a pre-pubescent,
Or pitched down your own front stoop into the frigid darkness,
Carved up for a crusted, baked good comprised of your innards,
Or forgotten like the holiday itself,
Left to rot and turn to mush.
You are truly the embodiment of our Halloween spirit,
Residing on our porches, eyes aflame, baring your puzzle-piece teeth,
You watch over us on this 31st night,
Your glowing impression bewitching the costuméd children,
Whilst you guard the coveted sugary treats,
Beloved by all.
Yet perils you face when at last your candle’s flame expires,
Being busted open by the feet of many a pre-pubescent,
Or pitched down your own front stoop into the frigid darkness,
Carved up for a crusted, baked good comprised of your innards,
Or forgotten like the holiday itself,
Left to rot and turn to mush.
A dark, humorous poem I wrote just for Halloween. Hope you find it funny, and don't think I need therapy. 
Happy Halloween!
Happy Halloween!
© 2012 - 2024 Porter-Bailey
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Believe me, I'd be the last person to tell someone that they need therapy. 
But this fits Halloween very well-- a girl at my school was talking about how someone she knew snuck up and down the street with a baseball bat late at night and smashed the jack-o-lanterns on people's porches, and that was the first thing I thought of when the second stanza began. Apologies to the pumpkins, but their innards are delicious. Especially in a pie crust and covered in whipped cream.
But this fits Halloween very well-- a girl at my school was talking about how someone she knew snuck up and down the street with a baseball bat late at night and smashed the jack-o-lanterns on people's porches, and that was the first thing I thought of when the second stanza began. Apologies to the pumpkins, but their innards are delicious. Especially in a pie crust and covered in whipped cream.