The life of a pumpkin
starts quite cheery
then takes a turn
for the eerie
It begins in a patch
surround by friend
unknowing of their soon to be end
It is picked from the patch
taken home
to be carved in a way found fearful
Then left for dead
in a cold bed
did it cry?
we will never know but
TPed and smashed
forgotten it lay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem