Pumpkinder garten

Round and round, down.
Orange heads, everywhere.
With swords en garde, they smile.
Scary eyes,
Empty nosed.
Dancing, dancing, prancing.
Those the kids, autumn feeds.
Silly ghosts,
Candle souls behind the ghouls.
They jump, they hop.
A garden for pump kinder.
October tolls,
Frost is not.
Midnight snack,
Pumpkin pie.
Jack is king.
Hurray for pumpkin.

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