Pumpkin Poetry, Entry No 3

Hi, Guys!
The pumpkin poetry contest closes November 30 at midnight wherever you are.
There have been three entries, and there are three prizes. Your odds are
good, therefore, but your time is short.
Kathie in Santa Rosa

Bubble Trouble


Bubbles went out weeks ago

Begging for some seeds to grow

Some with money some with wine

Someday that Wallace will be mine. . .



Ive bid on seeds in many a lot

Bid with money I aint got

Pawned that gold ring (from my nose)

To bid upon that 1370  Rose



Ive stayed up late proposing trades

For genetic crosses others made

And seeds of noble weight and worth

To grow the biggest ever girth



Each evening when I get the post

I know that I will have the most

And check my investment of stamps and trouble

Against whats inside of each new bubble



But fate is cruel and destiny worse

I must have a pumpkin curse.

For when the Wallace finally came

Upon the seed pack was another name



It wasnt Glasier, Pukos or Pugh

This name was familiar, kinda new

I seed I think from some smaller times

It was the famous 45 Grimes.



What is THIS cross?  What are these genes?

Is it orange?  Is it green?

I think I'll plant it,  you never know

What a little seed may grow.

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