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.
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