RE: Poem

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Why bother with a contest…BRAVO!

 

-Gus

 

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From: Mike Stephenson [mailto:beacon@dsl-only.net]
Sent: Friday, September 20, 2002 1:18 AM
To: pumpkins@hort.net
Subject: Poem

 

                   A Merry, Merry Orange Day

 

 

Twas the night before weigh off, when all though the patch,

       I fertilized like crazy, my neighbor to catch,

The lifting mat was hung by the OTT chart with care,

       In hopes that tomorrow two more inches would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

        While visions of pumpkins danced in their heads.

And mamma in her teddy, and I with red eyes,

         OK, I admit it, I had a few drinks with the guys.

When out in the patch there arouse such a clatter,

             I sprang from the throne to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew in a rush

             Then back to the throne room, a quick wipe, and a flush.

The moon on the breast of that orange globe below,

              Gave the luster of mid-day, all objects did glow.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

               But a miniature tractor, I think a John Deere.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick.

                My neighbor in miniature, my stomach was sick.

He unleashed eight huge groundhogs, and quickly they came,

                And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Smasher! now, Lancer! Now Pounding and Kick'n!

                On Comet! On Stupid! on, Do-it and Blitz'em! 

To the top of the pumpkin! to the top of it all!

                Now trash away, trash away, trash away all!"

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head.

                 Soon gave me to know I had much I should dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

                   And trashed all of my pumpkins, this guy was a JERK!

I extended a finger, waived it right near his nose,

                  Then from this nightmare I suddenly arose.

 

Yet I heard an exclaim as a tractor drove out of sight,

                  "This should all be for fun, don't get so uptight."

 

 

Mike Stephenson