Pumpkin

 

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† I look at the farm,

Where the corn stalk stays in

Donít be alarmed,

By that giant pumkin

 

His eyes are bright,

His smile is big,

Too bad heís gonna get eaten,

By the lady in the wig

 

Not just yet,

Thereís still more to come

He is my friend,

But where does he come from

 

He comes from the ground

In a tiny seed

He appears once a year,

On Halloween

 

We carve right through him,

But he doesnít mind

He likes to scare people,

Jumping out from behind

 

His outside is orange

He smells like frenchtoast

 

He has many pals

Such as Mr. Ghost

 

Some think heís scary

I donít think so

He is very friendly

He has much to show

 

 

By: Elisa