the sad scoop of the pitiable pumpkin
In my little kitchen sits
a pumpkin orange and fair
I bought it just because
I like to see him sitting there
But as I sit to eat my lunch
Upon my derierre,
The pumpkin takes up so much room
It seems its everywhere!
Where do I put my plate now that
The table isn't bare?
It's me or him! It's him or me!
I don't know how to share.
(Or to put it more succinctly:
He is getting in my hair.)
“Listen pumpkin, it's been real.
We're cool.” And then I sigh,
“But this place can't hold the both of us,
We'll have to say goodbye.
Yep, my gourd, it's come to this:
I think you must be pie.”
7 Comments:
tee hee! I love your poem.
He really is a lovely pumpkin.
always love a post that makes me laugh out loud even when i'm all by my lonesome. you are B.R.I.L.L.I.A.N.T.
Photographs and lighting are superb! As per usual.
awesome poem and amazingly wonderful kitchen. truly!
XO
C
Very cute :)
You are brilliant! :)
So great. I laughed out loud.
any questions?
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