requiem for a pirate
pam the pumpkin went to the big patch in the sky tonite. i will miss her. here is a poem i wrote to remember her by:
i met you wen you wuz a pup
and wached you as you growed all up;
you made me such a happy girl
you helped me look for evil skwerrels.
wen you moved inside my house
you were as quiet as a mouse.
then it came time for halloween;
you were my pirate pumpkin queen!
now sluggies moved into your head;
i'm sorry pam i gess you're dead.
rest in pieces
posted by Ivy @ 7:27 PM
19 Comments:
How adorable!!!! This is why I love your blog, you are so imaginative. Your poem is precious Ivy. Does Ken get a poem?
Ivy: I think the evil sqrrlls got Pam! The dropped the slugs from the helicopter.
gussie
Ivy, you are SO funny! My mom and dad laughed really hard at this!
wow, ivy, you should publish a BOOK OF POETRY! that was a masterpiece!!!
Ivy~
How did you begin writing poems? Do you remember your first efforts,thats womderful,When will you decide to publish your first book? woof-woof
Lot's of Lick's
Sam
this is great, ivy! i didn't get a pumpkin for howl a ween, but there was a big one across the street that got big during the day and went away during the night. it was scary... your pumpkin seems sweet! i'm sorry pam had to go!
Don't be said about Pam Ivy, she's is in a better place now called the Pumpkin Bridge. She is able to play with all the pumpkins that's gone before her and the sluggies are no longer in her head.
My sincere condolences,
Miss Sunshade
It's sad about Pam. But you wrote such a wonderful poem!
Brought a tear to my eye Ivy--are you sure it was slugs and not squirrels? The squirrels have been eating the pumpkins at my house
Pip
Ivy that was a cool pirate you had!
What an awful way to go. Slugs are worser than squirrels.
Bussie Kissies
Buster
copper thinks that ken shud get a poem too. he went to the pumpkin bridge (thanks sunshade) a while ago but i gess i cud say a few words about him anyway:
you grew in my yard so wild and free;
then randy gave you a lobotomy.
we scooped your guts out through a hole,
and put them in a giant bowl.
a dire warning wuz carved in your face,
to keep evil skwerrlies in theyr place.
giant flames danced high from your head that nite;
it wuz such a luvly but skary site.
you didnt look quite so good the next day;
so my peepol decided to throw you away.
bye ken.
that is a moving portrait of a pumpkin.
we must beware of the head sluggies.
wally.
Ivy: As a fellow poet, I truly admire both of your beautiful poems. And may I add "woo"?
Mind if we add your link to our cool friends list?
Luv,
Dave
AWWW pam looks SOUPY! i LOVE your poem its very funny!
Ivy, we mourn the passing of Pam with you. She was such a wonderful pumpkin, all orangy and bright. Your tribute to Pam was very touching. It brought a tear to my eye, and more. Even though Pam is not with us anymore, like Sunshade said, she is at the Pumpkin Bridge playing with all the other pumpkins that passed before her. I think she will find her beloved Ken there and live happily ever after.
I think you should put Ken's poem on your bloggy instead of in the comments. He deserves a special post of all of his own. Afterall, he help scared the evil sqwirrles away.
Oh, how sad! What a beautiful poem.. That's sweet that you are friends with the vegetables. My mom planted tomatoes, but I never took the time to get to know them.
such a funny poem Ivy! I have competition now I see!
love and licks Marvin ;0) ps you are real good at the rhyming!
Hee, Heeeee, oh what a great poem....I had to read it twice.
Murph the Dog
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