by Amber Brown

Created on: October 01, 2009

I woke up early morning,

Drove to the pumpkin patch,

And when I finally got there,

That pumpkin I had to snatch,

It was round, big, and curved,

I could carve so many shapes,

It's like in my dream I heard,

This pumpkin here awaits,

I took that pumpkin home,

With pride and many smiles,

I grabbed my carving knife,

And carved to make a pile,

Pumpkin seeds, orange pumpkin skin,

All ready to be dumped out,

Now my pumpkin has a face,

For halloween no doubt.

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