Kudos to the farmer;
An unlikely, field-bound
Fairy Godmother (of sorts)
Who breeds his own brand
Of orange magic. Purveyor
Of a dream-smattered harvest,
Rife with promise
Of imminent transformation
For just a few pennies,
So now neither
Princess nor pauper
Will lose out on a dance
For want of a pumpkin.
I do so love pumpkins!
ReplyDeleteValerianna ~ Pumpkins! Just another reason to love autumn :~)
ReplyDeletePumpkins! I love them :-) I just bought another two ceramic ones from the second hand charity shop beneath my daughter's flat... don't want to lose out on that dance ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'm another pumpkin enthusiast! They're not so easy to find here in Germany - I do miss seeing precarious stacks of them at every corner green grocer back in Canada this time of the year...
ReplyDeleteAnnieoatcake ~ Yay for more pumpkins and Happy Dancing :~)
ReplyDeleteLynn ~ Pumpkins are such a traditonal seasonal staple here, (it's the simple things), I would miss them as well. Are there any other gourd-type thingies (or other traditional fare) there to make up for the pumpkin lack?
i love your wit and insight in this piece~
ReplyDeleteThanks Tammie! If I were reading it out loud, I would use a radio announcer voice :~)
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