My proud Pop's a pumpkin plant
I'm his heir - a sunny sapling:
A pretty plant, never unlagging
With many a strong switched hand.
Above me hung a big bumb pump
Of which my Pop was proud
Ever likely to be dropped
Planning to make on me a bad hump.
My friend was a pretty plant pansy
full of zoomed blue stars;
My fate merely to be with warts
And I was eaten up with envy.
Slowly, slowly I crept and crept
Though many a brown heap
Twixt two loving daffodil mates
To weave me tendrils on the Web.
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