G had to throw out one of the pumpkins in the kitchen the other day. He noticed that it was going bad. It didn’t have a stem and P liked to sit on it. Our poor pumpkin inspired this:
Little Miss Mumpkin
Sat on her pumpkin
Eating her marshmallows and fries
When along came a spider
Who sat down beside her and said
Can you count all of my eyes?
Jeez, I remember when I thought I wanted to be a poet. Where did she go?
We never got around to carving our big pumpkin by the way. We are hoping to get to it this morning before we leave.
We’re such bad bad parents.