The Fate Of The Pumpkins (A Halloween Tragedy)

They loved me when they saw me 

I was welcome In their place

October was the dreaded month

My slaying would take place

The knives were placed so neatly

This giggling crowds distasteful  

The young ones want a piece of me

Which I found quite disgraceful 

They gathered round my body

A knife sliced through my skin

My flesh now in recycling 

A light was then shoved In

My Teeth and nose are glowing 

I'm depicted like a fiend 

I'm then placed on their doorstep

On the night of Halloween 

My supermarket brothers 

Will face a similar fate

So I hope this poems published 

Before Its all too late