photo and poem - © Jesús Montero
Poor shouting Pumpkins
Standing on a shelf.
Greedy for a customer,
Someone to take of them
Good care.
But a cheeky little one
Loudly, as only she could dare
Shouted HALLOWEEN!
And the poor shouting Pumpkin
Ended up, chopped up by a Chef.
For poor shouting Pumpkins
Think, they cannot be heard.
But in the streets of London,
Where all sorts of things can be heard
If you are a bright shouting Pumpkin
Standing on a shelf,
You’d better watch out
For all those, not-so-grown-up Chefs.
Sing, sing shouting Pumpkins,
For late October is here, not there.
photo and poem - © Jesús Montero
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