Life Of A Pumpkin Poem by Marilyn Lott

He was doing pretty well
This little pumpkin guy
But what happened to him later
Sorta makes me want to cry

He watched as big semi's
Drove out into his field
Men surveyed all the pumpkins
Added up the yield.

"I think we'll reach our quota, "
A man with a brown suit said
He had driven up in a nice car
With a fancy hat upon his head.

Before he knew what happened
Pumpkin was plucked and then tossed
Loud voices he could hear
For sure it was the boss.

The next few days flew by
As frightening as could be
In a bin in front of a store
Little pumpkin could not see.

But a little boy dragged him up
"I want this one, " he said
That night Pumpkin sat on a stool
Right by the little boy's bed.

When the next day a lady took a knife
He was stabbed again and again
Little pumpkin couldn't help wonder
Was stabbing not a sin?

Sitting on the porch steps Halloween night
He felt a smile upon his face
All the children smiled back at him
No unhappiness could be traced!