Me and Jack the Pumpkin.

Hello once again people of the world. My mom had a genius idear the other day. When I was 8 I wrote a hilarious poem about a hot dog. So my mom came up with the idea for me to do a poem about...wait for it... a pumpkin! So, today I am going to tell you a poem about a pumpkin. Once I had a pumpkin, his name was Mr. Jack. We found him at the farm, he was alone and had a crack. I snuck him right home, without mom knowing at all. Though it wasn't very easy, because hes 6 feet tall! When I got home, I gave myself a pat. Then I put him in a coat, pants, and a hat. I named him Mr. Jack, it was a nice name. If I just named him Pumpkin he would just seem the same. We went everywhere, from the movies to the mall. Mr. Jack fell on someone who was making a phone call. We went to the part, and Jack went ice skating. He cracked all the ice and we all fell in, shaking. After getting out, we went back home. My room was nice and warm, like a pizza oven dome. He wanted to go swimming, but it was too cold. When dad tried to go swimming he turned white and looked old! Then he went skydiving, the first pumpkin to fly! He did a triple flip, a summer sault, and a 360 oh my! Then we went home, again to relax. Mom was inside with her machine that made fax. But I noticed something different, Jack had turned green! He looked like an ugly whoopie cushion, not to be mean. I made a decision, and it broke my little heart. I put him in a musher and made a Pumpkin Pop Tart. I put him in my mouth, and swallowed him whole. It was vile! It tasted like a big fat mole! Now we were together, and nothing could spoil it. That is until I had to go to the toilet... And that is my poem on me and Jack the Pumpkin. The End.