Rachel Brewer (28/01/1991 / Maidstone)
I dare you to prance across the pumpkin patch,
And see if you get a fright.
It’s a very creepy place to be,
Especially in the dead of night.
All the ghosts and creatures crawl across the patch,
And wait for someone to try.
Take my advice when crossing the pumpkins,
You’d be much better of to fly.
So jump, leap or bound across,
And don’t stay on for too long.
Otherwise they will surely notice,
And things will go very wrong.
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