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More poetry


Its off season here so I have plenty of time
To play with words, and make them rhyme


        The Pumpkin family

There's a group on the internet
None of them have I ever met
They help each other on a daily basis
They keep no secrets or hide no aces

They are always there for advice or a chat
Or a shoulder to cry on when your feeling flat
They listen to your problems and give you advice
Just to know they are there,  well its real nice

They do this freely and ask for nothing in return
They are always ready, to listen or learn
Some have strange names, Pumpkinguy, Lubadub
They are one big family, one large pumpkin club

And if you don't grow pumpkins they'll talk you around
You'll soon be planting and tilling the ground
You don't need to grow many you might just grow one
To become part of this family and join in the fun

They will help you every step of the way
And pat you on the back on weigh-off day
So if your a little bit crazy and have a green thumb
Join this group as I have done

They are everyday people, your average Joe
Who take pride in they're gardens and the pumpkins they grow
Just turn on your computer and click your mouse
And you'll have hundreds of pumpkin growers right there in your house

Just subscribe to Pumpkins@thenet.net
And you'll find a friend to help you, on that I'll bet





     Its Not That Far

After many months it was time to go
And take my baby to the the pumpkin show
I'll just pop it into the back of the car
After all its not that far

My wife and I and a friend named Sam
Lifted it into the back of the van
I packed some blankets all around
Found some rope and tied it down

It looked secure in the back of the car
After all its not going far
Go easy on the brakes, my wife said
It might roll forward and we'll all be dead

I could imagine the headlines Pumpkins Kill
As I drove slowly down a very steep hill
Then my daughter screamed as loud as a goose
Oh my god the pumpkins loose

It hit the back seat with one hell of a thump
My wife opened the door and was ready to jump
Just hang on to it, and get back in the car
We're nearly there, its not that far

A little bit further I heard my daughter beg
Help me dad its squashing my leg
And the stem is tangled in my hair
Just hang on we're nearly there

I got to the weigh-off just in time
My family was shaken but they'll be fine
My pumpkin got there without a scar
Just as I planned, because it wasn't that far.

                                                     Tony Hickman
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