Pumpkin Lady

There once was an old lady
Who lived at her pumpkin patch
She was conjuring up a potion
To regain her youth back

Unsure of how to make it
But she really didn’t care
The only thing that mattered
Was that she felt repaired

Obsessed with her pumpkins
She added one to her mixture
Once she was satisfied
She applied it to her features

Her toothless grin felt frozen
Saggy skin began to harden
Feeling her face with her hand
A deep panic set in

Unable to move her face
She bolted to her mirror
Knowing something went wrong
She saw with a gruesome horror

With deep dark eyes
A pumpkin face stared back
Smooth orange skin
She goes on the attack

She musters a moan
Smashes the mirror with her face
Pumpkin guts spill everywhere
She collapses in her waste.