THE PUMPKIN

THE DAY TO START
 HAD COME AT LAST
MY  GIRL SHE GRABBED THEM
 REALLY FAST
THOSE PRECIOUS SEEDS
 WE DID UNPACK
THAT THREE YEAR OLD
WOULD NOT GIVE BACK
WHAT I HAD STASHED
IN MY TOP DRAW
ALL WINTER LONG
WAS  IN HER PAW

UPON THE FLOOR
SHE DROPPED THEM ALL
I SWEAR I STILL HEAR
 EACH ...   ONE  ...  FALL

AND WITH MY GASP
 IN FEAR SHE STEPPED
BACK ON THE SEEDS
AND THEN I WEPT
GREAT TEARS WERE SHED
 UPON THEM ALL
WHAT HAPPENS NOW ?
WILL THEY GROW TALL?

WILL WORK ON THIS POEM
AS WE GO
WILL TELL YOU ALL
IF THEY DO GROW
AND NO
I DIDN'T KILL HER
YET
WILL WAIT TO SEE
PERHAPS THEY'LL SET