poem
- To: PUMPKIN GROUP <pumpkins@mallorn.com>
- Subject: poem
- From: "* T* <s*@rgh.sa.gov.au>
- Date: Fri, 30 Jan 1998 10:24:00 -0800 (PST)
PUMPKINS WITH GUNS
A long time ago
When dinosaurs roamed free
Giant pumpkins were there
But they lived in the sea
Some found it cold
And moved to the land
They soon evolved
Away from the sand
It s a little known secret
In this pumpkin game
But that s why the word Atlantic
Is a part of their name
There s another secret
I swear it s true
They are still out there
In the ocean blue
They group together
One hundred or more
And devour ships
Far from the shore
They ll eat the odd plane
That gets into a tangle
In an area they call
The Bermuda Triangle
And that ship the Titanic
Didn t hit an iceberg
It was a school of pumpkins
A pod or a herd
So trust me friend
They are carnivores
They are not like the pumpkins
You buy in the stores
When people disappear
From a shark attack
The odds are good
It was a pumpkin pack
So if you think you have
A real big winner
Don t turn your back
You might be it s dinner.
?
Tony Hickman
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