Tom

Tom the pumpkin boy

Tom was a young boy with a rather large head
He'd face every day with a horrible dread
Of going to school just outside the old square
He knew the mean children would wait for him there

To taunt him and laugh at his over sized head
Sometimes his small eyes or his large nose instead
They thought him a freak who looked rather queer
With his large furrowed brow and his one huge left ear

One day they were being unusually cruel
They laughed and they jeered and they called him a fool
They screamed and used sticks to poke at his head
Till he cried - feeling stupid and ran back to bed

He lay wide awake staring out at the field
As he looked through the window the moonlight revealed
The Pumpkins his parents grew every year
And he had the most morbid, intriguing idea.

He climbed out the window and into the night
He'd give those mean children a terrible fright
They thought he was scary? He laughed
"They'll soon see what happens to them when they make fun of me."

He picked the best pumpkin the biggest by far
He carved out mean eyes and a large scary scar
He gave it a horrible twisted mean sneer
He felt the time for revenge drawing near

He stood in that field going slowly insane
While the lightning crashed and the wind tossed the rain
He took off his head and threw it in the stream
He screwed on the pumpkin and let out a scream

So snug on his shoulders his new head sat
Holes for eyes peeking out from beneath a straw hat
In the shadows he hid from the light of the day
As he pondered and plotted and thought of foul play

He'd hang from the trees and sneak through the night
Giving all of those nasty mean children a fright
He jumped out at them as they wandered the park
Until they refused to go out after dark

Hiding in shadows inside of their rooms
He'd groan stumbling out crying warnings of doom
His pumpkin grin wide in the late evening gloom
He'd creep like a zombie released from it's tomb

No more did they point and laugh at his head
Now they just screamed and ran crying instead
Tom looked at it proudly as a sign of respect
But that wasn't really- completely correct

His soul became twisted just like the old scar
That he'd carved on his head in the field on the farm
Then he realised one day as his heart leapt with joy
"I'm not Tom anymore I'm the mad Pumpkin boy."

 

Reviews

[Prateeksha Khot]

that was really nice

[Rochser]

that was so great. nice!

[Aiko Chan]

Wow. I don't even know what to say, this is that good. I love how you've made Tom's quest for revenge reflect and scar his own soul. This reminds me of a horror novel I read back in elementary school with a man that had a pumpkin lantern for a head. Your imagery is phenomenal.