Pumpkin Pie - A Halloween Poem

A Grinning Carved Pumpkin - Warm and comforting but by no means ordinary.

That toothy grin, those staring eyes all lit up by a candle.

It came to me as I was contemplating the fact that romance comes in strange forms - indeed, there is an old saying that every pot has its lid, and I was searching around to express that fact - that it's possible for everyone to find love somewhere, no matter how odd they are.....after all, we all have imperfections, some just a little more obvious than others. And people who are a bit unusual themselves are quite often willing to make allowances for other weirdos - indeed it makes them feel more comfortable to know that they are not alone in their idiosyncracy.

So I hope this will warm the hearts of all those people who feel they are not capable of attracting love - of course you are - you are just looking in the wrong place.

Pumpkin Pie

Her rounded arms engulf me

Her round eyes radiate charm

I keep her in the kitchen

To safeguard her from harm

I love to stroke her golden skin

So smooth and cool to touch

I wouldn't look at a girl who's thin

I love my wife too much

And when I call her Pumpkin Pie

Devour her with my eyes

She smiles at me and gives a sigh

As I cut her down to size

I've carved a life for her and me

Her flickering eyes are bright

A smile as wide as wide can be

A dark hole swathed with light

She only lights up once a year

But that's enough for me

A candle right inside her head

Her grin so full of glee

Pumpkin is my lover

Pumpkin is my wife

I'll never love another

Whilst Pumpkin still has life