Punkinhead

You now have eyes, a nose, a grin,
A light, also, that glows within;
Of Halloween, you are the star,
But a pumpkin, still, is what you are.

From a field of dozens you were chosen
Now your attitude’s too much to bear;
Since you’ve become a Jack-o-lantern
Your cut out nose stays in the air.

The others in the pumpkin patch
Were not, like you, so big and round;
Just big enough to be a pie,
Or misshaped and left upon the ground.

You made fun of all of them;
You laughed and rolled your fiery eyes,
But the last laugh will be on you,
‘Cause you’re just a pumpkin in disguise.

You’re a plump, pretentious, pompous fellow,
And someone ought to tell you
That you’re nothing but a common squash
You’re just orange...instead of yellow.