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A pumpkin named Grace


I was a pumpkin, orange and round,
Until you picked me up off the cold ground.
You gave a joyful leap and bound,
and you made such a loud, gleeful sound.

You took me to the county fair.
You gave me a face and some hair.
People came by; they laughed and stared.
You worried as the people laughed and jeered.

Judges came by and slowed their pace.
They left a blue ribbon with white lace.
It seems like you have won first place
For the pumpkin whom you have named Grace.

Now you are so very proud of yourself;
but I can't even begin to recognize myself
You carved Grace, you made her into an elf,
Then you placed her on this bare, lonely shelf.

Night is coming, the people have gone away.
I am left here, shouting, hey wait, please stay!
But you do not hear a single word I say,
As you go home to put your ribbon on display.

Halloween is over, it's now the next day.
Someone is coming. He is coming my way!
I cry out to him, I feverently pray.
Save me! I don't want to rot and decay.

I am an orange elf now; my name is Grace.
I have kelp like hair and a brand new face.
We entered into the potato sack race.
And won a blue ribbon. We took first place.

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