Poem -
PUMPKINS + PIES
Was a time, he grumbled
People would have ate that
pumpkin
Nowadays, they carve a silly
face
Put it on display
Throw it away
The very next day
I didn't mind the words he
said
Understood the war years
Still played on in his head
I made him a pie with the
innards
Appeased him
A peace offering
It's called 'truce' I said
Brought him a pillow
To comfort his head
He smiled at me fondly as he
set off to bed
Happy Halloween, he
grudgingly said...
His happiness pleases me
Marion Price(2020)
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Comments
My dad was the same, only liked a ratatouille type dish with pumpkin in..once, all other pumpkin recipes I havent like..waste not want not
Thankyou so much Pauline, this is pure imagination. I never knew a grandpa but if I had I imagine him this way...probably because I'm a grumpy bugger too 😊💕
The problem is, is that pumpkins don't scream "eat me, I'm tasty" they just sort of sit there and stink. But all is not lost as they also make awesome carriages if you happen to have a fairy godmother handy (ippity bobbity boo, and all that). Another fabulous poem, Marion x
Lol...pumpkins are disgusting I think...yuk yuk yuk...my imaginary grandpa likes them though...😆😆🤣🤗🤗...I hope these hug emojis don't appear as question marks lol...😬😬