Stupid Granny | Her Stupid Pumpkin Poem

This is a poem that Granny wrote recently about Maggie when she was four years old. This was her Halloween costume. She won the Fond du Lac Costume Contest. I was there and I did not vote for her. I only like witch costumes. I think they are much scarier than a stupid pumpkin. Maybe I will write a poem about stupid pumpkins. Granny stinks.

MY LITTLE PUMPKIN

A felt stem hat

tied with love

around your tiny chin

weeks of newspapers

scrunched and stuffed

into that big orange bag

low marks for me

as a seamstress

the costume contest

was part of the fun

you took your turn

at the city-wide judging

among magnificent ninjas

hollywood scarecrows

bejeweled princesses

then little you

walked across the stage

smallest of all

with your sweet orange face

incredible to believe

you won

surely not the costume

YOU won, Maggie

innocence always does