Tis the season . . for spooks and goblins . . . and all that stuff.
And . . . the Circleville (Ohio) Pumpkin Show. My mom used to take me and my sister to this every fall. I miss the sights and sounds and smells of Ohio fall weather. This is how I remember it.
Circleville Pumpkin Show
and, just for fun – I’ll dust off my spooky poem – appropriately read out loud with your best spooky witch-like voice:
Ghosties and Goblins swarm to my door
Quoth the Gramma – just ask for more
candy and sweets are yours tonight
come closer, dearies I will not bite
your fingers or even your tiny nose
as you come to my house – what? no ribbons or bows?
you’re made up as clowns and telly-tubbies too
come closer, dearies I’ve a message for you
that says to each who knocks on my door
thus says the Gramma Come on in for more
more candies and iced cakes and treats for you?
no, dearie, no – I’ve got much more in here for you
I’ll fatten you up until you are ready to burst
you’ll be like a pudding or maybe bratwurst
and then, my dearie you’ll look again at me
and no little old granny will you then see
when you’ve fattened and can no longer run
I’ll ROAST YOU AND TOAST YOU until you are done . . .
and then the toe-meat from your chubby little pins
will melt in my mouth as grease runs down my chin
No more will you wish for candies and cakes
When I’ve had my way with you for goodness’ sake.
What? Why do you run from me in such haste
I was only kidding – don’t even want a taste . . .
Ah well, looky here now what do I see?
More Ghosties and Goblins coming to visit with me.
(c) barbara waters