The Pumpkin King of Vegetables

The Pumpkin King arises
From his second Pumpkin Patch
(You’ll NEVER know the true place
Where a Pumpkin Man might hatch.)

The Patch itself does tremble,
Collective leaf and stem.
For might the Pumpkin King
Perhaps decide to start with them?

Perhaps he’ll pass this garden by.
Or find a richer patch.
If it’s pumpkins that he wants,
There’s surely a richer catch….

But, indeed, as his long legs
Over the gates do stilt
He grabs a pumpkin or two to drain
(And leave by the road, to wilt.)

For the Pumpkin King is a Vampire
(Though not sanguinarian;
Pumpkin-juice drinking
Vegetarian antiquarian.)

How old is he? None can tell.
For Humans, he is looser.
But Vegetables all know
He is the Master Juicer.

In October, with darkling skies
The Pumpkin King arises.
Any Humans that he sees,
He gleefully surprises –

Does a caperish song and dance
They thing that he’s a costume
And that his powerful pumpkin smell
Is just a pumpkin perfume.

But his arising brings the terror
In all vegetabilistic
Because they might be drained tomorrow
(To be realistic.)

And the Pumpkin King starts with smile wide
And continues with grin even bigger
It’s sad and scary and mean, but honest…
….a drained eggplant just makes me snigger.