Once upon a Halloween, a pumpkin tried to make the scene.
He learned, alas, to his dismay, no one was scared in any way.
So he went out to make his mark by slipping, silent, through the dark.
He thought to sneak up in the night and give someone an awful fright.
A piece of him got left behind when a little dog chewed on his rind.
Another piece caught in a grate and left poor Pumpkin so irate!
A speeding car with ragged fender cut right through his shell so tender.
A piece fell here, a piece fell there, until our pumpkin didn’t care.
Finally, tired and torn and broke, the damaged pumpkin stood and spoke.
“I wanted to go out and learn to be a spooky jack-o-lantern.
Now I’m bumped and bruised and tattered. I guess I never really mattered.”
A tear ran down his orange skin. He felt he didn’t have a friend.
“Oh, Mommy, look!” a young lad cried and ran right to the pumpkin’s side.
“He’s such a sad and lonely sight. Could we please take him home tonight?”
His mom agreed and gently raised the pumpkin, who was slightly dazed.
They took him home and wiped him clean. They polished him until he gleamed.
Then the mother took a blade and cut the damaged parts away.
A giant smile now seemed to beam where once the injured parts had been.
“Mommy! See how wide he grins! He knows he’s home. We took him in.”
And there, for all who cared to see, the pumpkin smiles with thankful glee.
That Halloween, the happy gourd won the neighborhood award
For “Best Décor” in all the street! And all because he chanced to meet
A little boy whose eyes could see how grand the pumpkin’s face could be.