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The Tale of Pumpkinseed

July 13, 2018
By Halcyonday PLATINUM, Johnson City, Tennessee
Halcyonday PLATINUM, Johnson City, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
"Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and cry at a funeral? It is because we are not the ones involved."
-Mark Twain, "Pudd'nHead Wilson"


Under the knothole and
Over the stairs,
Lives a tiny, fuzzy
Bear.

His coat is a pale shade of
Green,
And speckled with a pinkish
Sheen.

His name is Pumpkinseed and he,
Can hold a great
Capacity.

Late in the night
When all is dark,
He makes the kitchen shelf
His park.

With a ravenous voracity,
He collects up nuts and greens and
Cheese.

He throws it all into a pot,
Adds salt and stirs until it’s hot.
Then slurps it down and doesn’t rest,
Till he’s completed his conquest.

Next comes the candy,
Cakes and pastry,
Plenty different types of tasty.
He has the world under his thumb
And never leaves a single crumb.

His eyes are huge as he unearths:
A huge blackberry! Full with mirth,
He digs out half a candy bar
Hidden in a deep red jar.

Pumpkinseed lets out a happy huff,
His arms and pocket full with stuff.
He scurries back into his den,
One night till does it all again.


The author's comments:

 Who knows where inspiration come from? No, seriously. If anybody can clue me in, please do so ASAP. If I had to guess what on earth inspired me to write this poem, the only thing I could point to would be a mixture of "The Borrowers", "My Neighbor Totoro", and possibly my own gluttony. Enjoy the quest of Pumpkinseed!


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