Pumpkin Pathos

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PUMPKIN PATHOS

I sing of the pumpkin,
So golden of hue,
Which wakes in the meadow
All sparkling with dew.
He knows that he's ready
And fatly mature.
He'll end up as dinner
Of that he is sure.
Imagine the shock
When he's carved with a knife!
It's not how he thought
He would exit this life.
His mother had told him
He'd be on a plate,
And he had been, secretly,
Proud of this fate.
He knew he'd be tasty,
He knew he'd be praised,
And he knew that for this
Useful task he'd been raised.
I sing of the pumpkin
Who's really surprised
When he finds as a human
He has been disguised.

They've chopped and they've gouged

Till he looks like a man!

He hadn't expected 

This change to the plan!

When someone lights a candle

Inside his carved shell,

How the pumpkin reacts

It's not easy to tell.

But suffice it to say

(And, I beg you, don't mock)

Our big handsome pumpkin

Is in for a shock.

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LOST LOVE

Losing love is like losing life;

The pain of it twists like a knife.

Everything single thing he said

Writhes and pierces in your head.

You feel that you cannot go on,

Because your Only Love  has gone.

You're completely devastated;

When he said 'Love' was it then he Hated?

Has it all been a pretence?

Nothing's making any sense.

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The thought of death is in your mind;

So sweet, so soft, so dark, so kind.

Death, which could take the pain away

And, at the same time, make him pay!

How he'll suffer when he learns

That you've gone to the land of No Returns!

Maybe you'll hover above his head

And hear his response to the sad words said....

'She's killed herself! Oh no! Oh no!

Why did someone so lovely go?

She was an angel! I see that now!

I'll repent for ever! This I vow!'

You'll have had your revenge. You'll have saved your pride.

In the course of which, of course, you've died!

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I was a young girl long ago,

So this sad scenario I know.

This is a message I send in rhyme;

'It'll get better, given time.'

Punish him by living well.

Play-acting can often break a spell.

Pretend his hateful words weren't spoken

Pretend your heart was never broken.

Go out and act a happy part;

Then watch the healing process start!

In months, or, maybe, in a year

You'll forget you ever shed a tear.

Suicidal thoughts will have truly waned;

Instead if losing, you'll have gained.

You'll be involved in your Plan B

And Lover Boy will be......

Memory.

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