Ballad of the Zombie Pumpkins!

Now this is a warning,
you must listen close.
It might sound quite scary,
and certainly gross.

But this is a story,
that has to be told.
Of mistakes that were made,
on Halloweens old.

When choosing a pumpkin,
to carve and to gut,
there were some that you thought,
did not make the cut.

The moldy and bumpy,
you left them to rot.
You thought they were done for,
but dead they were not.

Through nature or magic,
they refused to sit still.
As they opened their eyes,
with a goal to fulfill.

At first they came forceful.
A mighty ATTACK.
It was carve or be carved,
your brains for a snack.

The very next year,
they came for REVENGE.
The lives of lost gourds,
they would seek to avenge.

Soon others fell victim,
to a very deep CURSE.
Compelled to carve pumpkins,
or end up in a hearse.

They demanded a mate,
and were given a BRIDE.
From a ladylike monster,
there's no place to hide.

Sprouting up from the ground,
come more mouths to feed.
They come in all sizes,
and each one's a bad SEED.

Their flesh is all rotten.
You'll scream at the sight.
But their smell is much worse,
as it drifts through the NIGHT.

You might think you're safe,
with the breaking of DAWN.
But on the horizon,
they'll continue to spawn.

They're here to abduct you.
It's an outright INVASION.
You'll get choked with thick vines,
as a form of persuasion.

Even when you can't see them,
there's reason to fear it.
That chill down your spine,
proves they're still here in SPIRIT.

They've decayed for decades,
very ripe in their AGE.
Show respect for these elders,
or endure their outrage.

Some LABORATORY tests,
searched for a solution.
But only resulted
in electrocution.

Each year you can hear them,
as they rise from the patch.
You better start running,
or it's you that they'll catch.

They're growing in numbers,
rolling out of their graves.
To be part of tradition,
is all that they crave.

There's one way to please them,
and save your own life.
Just give them their wishes,
and pick up that knife.

Carve them up with a face,
to display by your door,
and they might let you rest,
for another year more.

So please do some carving,
or you'll pay for your sins.
And suffer the wrath,
of the Zombie Pumpkins!