Five little pumpkins

Five little pumpkins
Sitting on a wall
One looks down
And then it falls

The Four remaining pumpkins
Sit on that wall
Make safety plans
Then one more falls

Three pumpkins left
Talk to themselves
But one, in worry
Falls off it's shelf

Two orange pumpkins
Cling to each other
One starts to slip then
They fall off together

Poor little pumpkins
Lieing on the floor
Wishing they were
Still up on that wall

But at least the pumpkins
Here on the ground
They're much less likely
To be carved when found

This poem was written as part of Saturday Centus at Jenny Matlocks blog with the photo as the prompt.