Sour Puss Pumpkin
Peter Pumpkin had his pulp in a twist.
“Look at those supercilious squash. All lined up like a military band in a fall parade. They think they’re so perfect, sneering at us like we are seedy misfits.”
“Chill, Pete,” said Patti Pumpkin.
“Separated, we stand out in our field, show our firm shapes and sun-kissed orange skins. Besides, we’ll taste just as sweet in pie.”
“Not me! I‘m no pie pumpkin. I am scary jack-o-lantern all the way!”
Patti snorted, “Agreed.”
Then she added under her breath, “With your bitter disposition, you must taste like an overgrown sour persimmon.