Last time l saw
a pumpkin like figure
The spark is darkness
Where was she full day is suspensive?
Funding me equivocal and look pensive,
My tender age makes mommy thinks,
this thoughts are never to be considered offensive
One after other things turn intensive.
Not a pumpkin not a solitaire
It is moon mine and your
Secrets told to her is kept secure,
Loneliness is my disease she always cure
