Werepire - Poem by Sierra Case
The orange pumpkin is all dressed up
wearing make-up looking like a clown
with red eyes panted on and the
lips are painted whiter then snow.
It's looks are just a way to make a person think.
The clown pumpkin looks like a clown
but is as horried as a demon.
The orange turns to bright red
with a blink of an eye.
The mouth is no ordinary clown mouth
it begins to grow fangs
and with a band horns pop out of
the top and it begins to search for food
It feeds on the living.
As it is a dead clown pumpkin.
It is also a werepire.
When you see this pumpkin
you may only see a clown but look
a little closer, but not to close and
you will see what it is in the end
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