Pumpkin Pie In Question
by Rebecca Lerwill
Monday, October 29, 2007
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I posted this poem earlier, but somehow the editor did not work. So, I posted it again. Sorry for any confusion! Rebecca~
Laying in a field of dirt
youíre growing bigger in rapid spurts,
a weird ball shape and colored bold
we all know you ainít getting old.
Harvest time will come along
and so many people canít be wrong,
they pick you and have a debate
about which oneís got the highest weight.
Then someone takes a knife so sharp
and sets you on a plastic tarp,
the cut is deep and while itís fresh
theyíre scraping out your inner flesh
Mushy, orange and filled with seed
Iím just surprised that you donít bleed.
With curiosity I watch and follow
their work until youíre just plain hollow.
Another contest soon begins:
who can carve the biggest grin -
a scary face with glooming eyes,
the winner gets a nice surprise
Now itís time to bake your inner
for pumpkin pie just after dinner,
they stand in line, they can not wait
and pile whip cream on to their plate.
I donít understand the reason why
they have to turn you into a pie,
you ainít sweet, you canít deny
sugar and spice one has to apply.
I tried real hard with much ambition
to like you as you are tradition,
but to me your taste is debatable
after all; you are just a vegetable.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I have never liked pumkin pie. Nicely done, Rebecca. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Awwww, the poor pumpkin! Nope, I love pumpkins, but not pumpkin pie or pumpkin anything else. Did like the write though....
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I gotta admit, I love Pumpkin Pie, especially this time of year - and bring on that whipped cream, too!|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Yea love the poem and have to agree with you, love the smell...hate the taste.
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|chuckle, my sentiments exactly, make 'em, don't eat 'em|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Cute little poem. I'm not a big pumpkin pie lover either but ya got to admit it does look good.