Do You Like Pumpkin? : 13 stanzas each of lines. A tale about a pumpkin hater.
“You’ll sit there till you eat your meal!”
Dad said with furrowed brow
Then walked away to watch TV;
The NEWS was starting now.
An hour went by; I sat there still.
The pumpkin sat there too;
I’d squashed it with my knife and fork
Into a gooey glue.
Why did I have to eat this muck
Now spread across my plate?
I’d rather eat boiled Brussels’ Sprouts;
Another veg I hate.