Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PUMPKIN, by WALT MASON Poet's Biography First Line: The pumpkin lies yellow, beneath the cold Last Line: "bony, we're in a blue funk; ambrosia is phony, and nectar is punk!" Subject(s): Pumpkins | ||||||||
THE pumpkin lies yellow, beneath the cold skies, it's luscious and mellow, and ready for pies. So tenderly bear it away from the vine, and slice it and pare it and mash it up fine; oh, put in the spices, surround it with crust, and then in three trices we'll eat till we bust! My appetite's balky and dull as can be, most viands look rocky, forbidding, to me. Away from the fritters I turn with a sigh, the coffee's like bitters, and stale is mince pie; the spud and the radish can tempt me no more; they make me feel saddish, the doughnut's a bore. I'm tired of the puddin', I'm sick of the cheese, of things that taste wooden, of parsnips and peas. They give katzenjammer, they weary the eyes; but loudly I clamor for pumpkiny pies! The pies that are golden, well seasoned, yet mild, from formulas olden, by housewives compiled! The gods on Olympus are uttering cries: "Oh, mortals, don't skimp us, but send us those pies! Our grub makes us bony, we're in a blue funk; ambrosia is phony, and nectar is punk!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG THE PUMPKIN PIE, OR REASSURANCES ARE ALWAYS FALSE; THOUGH WE LOVE THEM by DIANE WAKOSKI THE PUMPKIN TREE by ROBERT WRIGLEY THE STRANGER IN THE PUMPKIN by JOHN CIARDI WHAT BRINGS US OUT by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE THE PUMPKIN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER STOCK AND VERMONT PUNKINS by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY VERMONT FALL FEED by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |
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