ohio man grows largest pumpkin
on charming small hill
dries it out
scrapes inside clean
crafts bed, cabinets,
does plumbing, then electricity
paints interior, decorates
even adds a fireplace
hangs up curtains and lives in it
falls asleep with fire roaring
burns whole place down.
gets out alive
now years later the local beer joint fills
every Saturday eve when they leave the hills
to buy him ale
and to hear this tale
Friday, November 11, 2011
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3 comments:
Your poem made me look up the original nursery rhyme. It's a little nonspecific, but there's a world of nursery rhyme art filled with fanciful pumpkin houses much like yours!
I love this....especially the disaster/asburdity and weird practicality that resurfaces!
A life story waved into a poem Very intriguing
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