Makeover Poem by Ima Ryma

The human family that got
This pumpkin for a carve to do,
Let their youngest loose who did not
Use the knife thinking a plan through.
The kid just stabbed me here and there,
Then took off getting kind of bored.
So Mom, who had an artsy flair,
Carved detailed eyes top of this gourd,
Then carved my mouth with clever tweak
Way down and over on far side,
Portraying me with tongue in cheek.
Quite artfully Mom's knife did glide.

All in all I'm fine with my pose.
Mom left my stem to be my nose.