Life Of A Pumpkin

He was doing pretty well This little pumpkin guy But what happened to him later Sorta makes me want to cry He watched as big semi's Drove out into his field Men surveyed all the pumpkins Added up the yield. "I think we'll reach our quota, " A man with a brown suit said He had driven up in a nice car With a fancy hat upon his head. Before he knew what happened Pumpkin was plucked and then tossed Loud voices he could hear For sure it was the boss. The next few days flew by As frightening as could be In a bin in front of a store Little pumpkin could not see. But a little boy dragged him up "I want this one, " he said That night Pumpkin sat on a stool Right by the little boy's bed. When the next day a lady took a knife He was stabbed again and again Little pumpkin couldn't help wonder Was stabbing not a sin? Sitting on the porch steps Halloween night He felt a smile upon his face All the children smiled back at him No unhappiness could be traced!