It’s been a long few weeks

Since Halloween

Just look at poor Jack

To see what I mean

He’s busted and rotting

With a mouth full of dirt

The more he sinks

The more he hurts

He worries about

The long winter ahead

The darkest place yet

2020 has led

He dreams of 2021’s

Dawn of spring

When his pumpkin seeds

Will sprout and bring

Next Halloween’s

Pumpkin King