The Three Little Pumkins Run Around Day And Night . Poem

                            VALENTINE'S

The hills untie their bonnet while the sun goes down. 

As the sun sets there seems a purple bridge,                                                                             
With three little pumpkins climbing up a wall,  
When they reached the top they saw a land of gray,
As nature put up the evening bars-that led the day away.

It’s time to place Valentine cards on porches,

Listing the many ways you love someone,
It’s time to draw on envelopes.                                                                                                                   Chocolates and flowers that will surely melt                                                                                                   Hearts on this Valentine's Day
  

We'll drop your Valentines on your porch; ring the doorbell,
Run, hide, and peek, to see if we can tell if you loved our card.
It's time when cupids and arrows flit through the sky,
And the docile wooly white moon wanders all alone,
The North wind sweeps up dry leaves that make love songs.

We'll give Valentine cards all over town.
Our friends we'll meet, and compare our cards,
Whoever has the most will have more SWEETHEARTS                                                                                , Cupids are dancing every where,
Throughout this glorious night. 

We shiver down the street                                                                                                      
With cold blue hands to seek

The next next house, then  finally to                                                                                                    Our house on 1132 21st Street
Where we'll jump up on our front gate...

 "I don't like Valentines, and it's getting late."
  "I don't care, I'm not afraid."
The third one said,"I'm ready for some Valentine fun."
Then whoosh went the wind: out went the lights!

BOOOOOOOOO00000000ooooooooooooo…

The three little pumpkins ran as fast as their feet could go
Into their house with their hats whooped up on lifted hair.
They didn't stop to stare. With smiling faces that never sulked
they sang all night long in the Valentine goobling's goo goo tongue,
"The world’s a happy place where every pumpkin girl or boy, big or small,

Ought to sing, that was a fun Valentine's Day.”                                                         

DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
  
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