November’s poem of the month:
The Time Has Come
I think the time has come to throw
The jack-o-lantern out,
It smells less like a pumpkin
Than it does like sauerkraut
Its expression is peculiar.
It has lost its friendly grin.
It’s tilting sort of strangely
And its cheeks are caving in.
Its forehead is collapsing
And its eyes are heading south.
Its nose is now connected
to the middle of its mouth.
I admit it’s been the focus
Of some happy family scenes.
But we’ve had that jack-o-lantern
for eleven Halloweens.
(author unknown)

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