by Jennifer Ragan
I picked the plumpest pumpkin
From Peter’s Pumpkin Patch
A perfectly round pumpkin
Picked the biggest of the batch
I painted my prized pumpkin
A pair of puzzled eyes
A pretty shade of purple
Picked the proper shape and size
I prepared a pastel blue
On a pallet of pale rose
Gave the paint a little pat
Out popped a pointy nose
I placed a dab of peach
Upon a pearly pink
Polished up a pouty grin
As my pumpkin gave a wink
Painted pumpkins cannot wink.
How preposterous you say
Perhaps you’d be pumpkefide
If a pumpkin winked your way
Author's Note: For the Halloween contest;)
Posted on 10/10/2009
Copyright © 2021 Jennifer Ragan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/28/09 at 02:32 PM|
Congratulations, Jennifer. This is truly a Halloween classic, and your gift of rhyme and humor is a treat.
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 10/28/09 at 03:37 PM|
Precious! I am delightfully Pumpkefide! And yes! Your gift of rhyme and humor is a very special treat! Congratulations! ;)
|Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/28/09 at 07:55 PM|
I love this Jen, your poetry never fails to make me smile...
|Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 10/28/09 at 09:15 PM|
Another one of your poems that brought a smile to my face Jennifer. Lovely.