Pumpkins

Left and right, through day and night,
within the autumn season,
there’s quite the most intriguing sight,
defying common reason.

As there’s this space, a precious place—
this place where pumpkins grow.
And certain types of certain stripes
do surely love to go.

Any gender, race, or size,
and whatever the profession,
from age eighteen up to ancient,
they all share this one obsession.

All of them love pumpkin-fucking,
these squash and also gourds.
They carve holes, use stems for sucking,
and they bring their whorish hordes.

The smaller ones for up their ass,
and often up their pussies too,
and flocks of cocks that cum en masse.
No vulvas violet, nor balls blue.

Jacking off to jack-o-lanterns,
perhaps piping would-be pies,
fucking freaky Devil fruit,
porked pumpkin to the skies.

Maybe rolling in the hay,
or making love beneath the sun.
For these certain types of certain stripes,
it’s simply known as fun.