Faith Of Chyme Poem by Trevor McLeod

Why pumpkin pie
was pumpkin pulp
I churned each piece
a pot born gulp

And wondered why
each pumpkin died
a pot urn'd pile
of what I'd tried

When pumpkin pulp
was all the rage
And gas blessed smiles
were pooped of age

That odors flew
on Halloween
When pumpkins pooped
were on the scene

And scary ghouls
played trick or treat
For all inhaled
and in retreat

That only ghosts
came out at night
When faced with fears
the pumpkins light

And every stove
went to the cause
For pumpkins cooking
nature's laws

And all who drooled
the pumpkin's sight
were merely soldiers
pumpkins fright

When Halloween
can feed the soul
And all who eat
are pumpkins whole

That everyone
can need the time
To earn their pumpkin's
faith of chyme