The Parable of the Pumpkin Seed; A Bit of Doggerel for an October Day

I shall write about the humble pumpkin seed.

But is it something that you’d really want to read?

It’s a thing so very tiny

and it isn’t even shiny

so I ask you, is there really any need?

 

But to the pumpkin, well, that’s another matter.

For then I would extol, I’d charm and flatter.

“Your Orangeness ,“ I would say,

are you having a nice day?

I’ve noticed you are getting so much fatter.

While you rest upon the ground in all your glory,

won’t you tell me if you please your whole life story?

And please include it all

from last spring until this fall.

I promise I will never find it boring.”

 

Then the pumpkin spoke up loud enough to hear,

“I will tell you what you wish to know, my dear.”

“Oh please do, I soon agreed,

and you must include the seed.

like your friend the corn, I really am all ears!”

 

“Disparage not the seed” the pumpkin told.

“For how did you think I grew to be this old?

The seed was my beginning,

which is how I now am winning

over hearts; with my glorious, glowing, gold.”

 

And so, the pumpkin went its way and I went mine.

and I thought about a world that’s so sublime

that a seed so very small

will grow beauty, round and tall.

Hooray for life! it’s really quite divine.