Pumpkinhead Wilson* out on the town,
spewing his seeds to everyone around,
his looks unpolished, unkempt, more like those of a crazed clown.
To some it didn't matter, because come next spring in the dirt there did appear, sweet and round,
numerous little baby pumpkin mounds.
Acrylic and Ink
140 lb. Watercolor Paper
*Apologies to Mark Twain (-;