It Ain't Fun Being
A Pumpkin Guard

My farmer placed me out here
In front of his barn
I suppose my job is guarding
These pumpkins from harm.

I had rather be out front
For passing children to admire
Just standing here guarding pumpkins
Eventually I am going to tire.

Maybe when Halloween is near
He'll move me to the front yard
I sure enough hope so because
It ain't fun being a pumpkin guard.

Ralph L. Clark © 2001

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