My pumpkin with thick skin,
A tough friend.
Chews me out when I messes up
The cuts.
Barks at me
With a hot head and guts.
Regrets to the hallow...
For my pumpkin
Wakes up to me,
And ask it to scare thee.
Eyes wide with a bright burn
Of a Jack o lantern.
Hopefully, it works out for me.
Of these days,
Tricks are more common than treats.
I may have to adorn in orange
For it can't see me.
My pumpkin serves
Home when alone
And when darkness looms.
Pumpkin...
Remain lit through the night.
In the morning,
Candied blooms.
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