Jack, The Pumpkin King
Dwells not in the land of the living
But prefers his company dead
When he decides to take off his head
To recite Shakespeare
Just so he can incite dreadful fear
And though he is quite well known
For the horrid things that he has shown
Most weary is he
For scaring just isn’t his cup of tea
So now in vain he seeks repent
Looking for a life of which he was meant
A Pumpkin King’s Lament
 
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