Thursday, November 1, 2007

The Morning After

What once was sitting round and pretty
A child of mine created
Where have you gone with your triangle eyes?
It seems you have deflated

Only just last night you were on my porch
Lighting the way for ghosts, vampires, and even a cheerleader
Why have you slumped into a mess?
There was no finer trick-or-treater greeter

I have to admit, your timing was good
Although I hate to see you go
For today was trash day in my neighborhood
To the dump, a jack-o-lantern I must bestow

Michelle Hix
11/2007

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