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[title] => FATAL PUMPKIN
[time] => 2004-10-26 18:51:39
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[bodytext] =>  Schmidt Henry and his brother Stephen Frank Renowned for jokes and stunts were deft and smart, And experts in so many a trick and prank, Had bought a pumpkin on Flick Freddy’s mart. They carved it out with ingenuity, Its mouth contorted in a ghoulish grin,. And labored with a malicious zest and glee, To shock Ms Fingerle at Halloween. They stuck a candle into it that spread Sinister light behind the hollow eyes, To thus revenge Tom Hannibal, the cat, That Mrs. Fingerle had chased out twice. . They fastened to the pumpkin stem a line, Then crept up to the roof top parapet, Quick adding on another length of twine. To reach the spot where she her window had. Mischievous, crafty were these brothers Schmidt, Who lowered the huge orange ball with skill, And let it swing until it came to sit Upon the lady’s kitchen window sill. . This nightmare glared in through the widow pane, While Mrs. Fingerle was frying fish, And handled china cups and porcellain, Her table ware, tureen and pastry dish. But suddenly she turned and stopped to fry, And dropped the frying pan and heavy grill, As from her mouth rang out a piercing cry,- A monster sat upon her widow sill. And Mrs. Fingerle, now paralyzed with fright Knew well what visions of this kind portend, And her alarm resounded through the night: “Hear all, come to my help! - this is my end!” The vision with the candle in it spelled Her end, - her final hour had drawn near, And of her sins repenting she now knelt And prayed aloud in anguish and in fear. “Forgive my sins good Lord! “she prayed,- contrite Of all the sins she ever did commit- Contrition’s perfect act sets matters right And thought about her brawl with brothers Schmidt. But then the vision vanished from her sight, And down below was heard a splotch and splash, And gone was succubus with candle light, That went the way and perished like all flesh. But brothers Schmidt took to the flight with haste, And burst with laughter as they hit the street, What shame, their splendid art work went to waste, And would be trampled on by careless feet.. Their little sister followed them behind, The brain behind the naughty trick was she, Who had forever mischief on her mind, Now joined her elder brothers naughty glee. The Trio ran, and vanished, - took to flight,, They ran along the street without a pause, None saw them, for it was a pitch-dark night. Guess who the naughty little sister was? Friends notice this!,- and learn the lesson well, All you that cook, boil, broil and grill or fry, Serve pumpkins in a crispy pastry shell, For window sills are unfit for a pie.  © Elizabeth Dandy [comments] => 3 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Elizabeth_Dandy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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