Tuesday Poem - Carve A Pumpkin

(fitting in that it's half term and almost Halloween #mumlife)

We're off to get a pumpkin, a pumpkin, a pumpkin
We're off to get a pumpkin, from the supermarket

We're going to get an orange one, an orange one, an orange one
We're going to get an orange one, from the supermarket

They come in different sizes, different sizes, different sizes
They come in different sizes, from the supermarket

We buy the biggest we can find, we can find, we can find
We buy the biggest we can find, from the supermarket

We take it home to carve it, to carve it, to carve it
We take it home to carve it, on our kitchen table

Daddy cuts the lid off, the lid off, the lid off
Daddy cuts the lid off, on our kitchen table

Mummy scoops the innards, the innards, the innards
Mummy scoops the innards, onto the kitchen table

We think it's really gross, really gross, really gross
We think it's really gross, all over the kitchen table

And then we get to stab it, to stab it, to stab it
And then we get to stab it, and make a scary face

My brother carves a creepy eye, a creepy eye, a creepy eye
My brother carves a creepy eye, on the scary face

My sister does the mean old nose, the mean old nose, the mean old nose
My sister does the mean old nose, in the middle of the scary face

I get to carve the evil smile, the evil smile, the evil smile
I get to carve the evil smile, right through the scary face

We put a candle in it, in it, in it
We put a candle in it, and burn it all night long

We chuck it in the morning, the morning, the morning

Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop. Never miss out on future posts by following me.