The Pumpkin Prince

Just in time for a loved one’s special day on September 7th! Cheers to a man who lives for Hallowe’en, who haunts like nobody’s business, and who I am incredibly lucky to know. Here’s a silly poem I wrote. Happy Birthday, my dear. ❤

The Pumpkin Prince

Once Autumn’s chill blows in

And sweaters cover skin

Once there’s October rain

And midnight strikes again

You’ll see him in the woods

He’s going to scare you good

You’ll see him in your dreams

He’s going to make you scream

You’ll see him in your mirror

He’s creeping ever nearer

Once the dead leaves fall

And you hear the raven’s call

When jack-o’-lanterns glow

Then you’ll surely know

The Pumpkin Prince is here

And everything you fear

Will haunt you day and night

And give you quite a fright

He’s really very caring

With each and every scaring

He’s also well-dressed

In a spider silk vest

And an all black suit

With sturdy lace up boots

And a blood-soaked tie

That makes the children cry

His wicked grin

Is filled with sin

And hollow eyes

Will mesmerize

There’s just one thing that you can do

To keep the prince from scaring you

This is how the legend goes

You had better listen close

On Monday pet a cat

On Tuesday spy a bat

Wednesday do not speak

Not a single peep!

On Thursday drink some red wine

Friday find a pumpkin vine

And wear it like a crown

Saturday take it down

Fill a bowl with candy corn

And he’ll be gone on Sunday morn

Gone, gone into the mist

There goes the Pumpkin Prince

Lonely and sad-eyed

Seeking his pumpkin bride

Until his heart is taken

Every year he awakens

He shall reign supreme

Every Hallowe’en

 

PumpkinheadLauren

Me, the Pumpkin Princess. Photo by Javier Galegos. 

Lastly, here’s a special video for you to enjoy (hey wait a minute, did this guy steal ALL my dance moves?) Read more about this guy here:

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