Poems

 Thought I'd post these two, they fit in with the latest disasters.
The hardest thing to do in this hobby/sport is to go to a weigh-off without
a pumpkin.
I know.......I've been there to..................................but you
just have go anyway.....don't you.


R.I.P.
Around my garden
Are some large tombstones
Lasting reminders
Of the pumpkins I've grown
My pumpkins to me
Are family or kin
I couldn't let them rot
In a compost bin
Here lies Betty
At 854
She blew out
Couldn't take anymore
And this one's for Princess
The bugs had a feast
She died slowly
May she rest in peace
Over there lies Bertha
She got herself caught
In a violent hailstorm
Her life was cut short
And there's old Mavis
The best of the lot
An unfortunate victim
Of blossom end rot
And poor old Bumpkin
Her belly was rotten
She's gone now
But not forgotten
I'll never forget Blossom
She met with bad luck
On the way to the weigh-off
She rolled off the truck
And my only success
I called her Flo
She won second place
At the pumpkin show
Mother natures rule
Says we must part
This pumpkin growing
Sure breaks my heart



It's Getting Close

It's getting close
Only two months to go
I'm scared to death
My pumpkin might blow
My hairs turning gray
Somethings not right
I pace up and down
I can't sleep at night
I'm smoking so much
I've developed a cough
And drinking more often
I'll have to lay off
What lays in store
Will my pumpkin stop growing
I measure it daily
I can't handle not knowing
Who's pumpkin will win
Will it be mine
I'm scared and excited
All at the same time

Tony Hickman
South Australia
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