Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE PUMPKIN, by WALT MASON



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THE PUMPKIN, by                     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!"





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