Faith Of Chyme

Poem about Halloween

Why pumpkin pie

was pumpkin pulp

I churned each piece

a pot born gulp

And wondered why

each pumpkin died

a pot urn'd pile

of what I'd tried

When pumpkin pulp

was all the rage

And gas blessed smiles

were pooped of age

That odors flew

on Halloween

When pumpkins pooped

were on the scene

And scary ghouls

played trick or treat

For all inhaled

and in retreat

That only ghosts

came out at night

When faced with fears

the pumpkins light

And every stove

went to the cause

For pumpkins cooking

nature's laws

And all who drooled

the pumpkin's sight

were merely soldiers

pumpkins fright 

When Halloween

can feed the soul

And all who eat

are pumpkins whole

That everyone

can need the time

To earn their pumpkin's

faith of chyme

Author's Note

Food for thought