Fall Poetry by Boreegard aka Mike O'Neil

OH RARE POMPION

Of puddings, pies, and orange beers,
Since Massasoit lent the seed,
The pompion or pumpkin breed,
Has fed us well and has no peers.

Yes, cuke’s or ‘mater’s flesh is fair,
And good for us, there’s little doubt,
But ne’er can they be hollowed out,
To light the lantern’s ghoulish stare.

Boreegard
November 6, 2009