They dragged him away
From his roots--his home,
And dropped him on
A huge slab of stone.
They topped off his head
With two quick cuts,
Then poked out his eyes
As they ripped out his guts.
With a poke in the nose,
And a few in the jaw,
They shoved a hot spark
Inside of his maw.
Now the fire glows
From inside of his head,
And poor Jack
Is dead, dead, dead.
5 comments:
lol cute :)
That is cute - did you write it, too?
Yes, I wrote this too
You're just a poet and I didn't know it. :0) Really cute!
It was the Friday before Halloween, and we were in a training meeting. I was bored stiff, so started thinking about the upcoming celebrations. I wondered what the pumpkins thought about the whole thing. (Kinda says something about my thought processes doesn't it).
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