Orange and round,
Filled with sweet meat.
Autumn is here,
It's pumpkins we eat.
In pies or in cakes,
It matters not which.
Smoothies or shakes,
All our tastebuds will twitch.
The above poem is compliments of my husband. Author Darrell Bedingfield
you can find his book Accidental Tenderness on Amazon.
Pumpkins
Pumpkins pumpkins
round and sweet
full of seeds
and juice meat
pumpkins pumpkins
carved with faces
candles inside
in scary places
pumpkins pumpkins
orange or painted
sitting on steps
and yards with hay bales
by: Cognitive Script
https://www.bakinginatornado.com/2018/10/team-pumpkin-october-poetry.html
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2018/10/pumpkin-time.html
http://www.clutteredgenius.com/?p=9730
Super cute. I will admit to hating everything pumpkin flavored. I've been able to stomach pumpkin pie only once. And pumpkin bread is a strong maybe ;)
ReplyDeleteA two-fer! Love both of your poems.
ReplyDeleteSo fun! Times Two. Well done!
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