On Halloween Day at the Group that is Skiles,
People picked pumpkins to paint for some smiles.
Pizza was had at this paint-pumpkin party,
To fuel party Groupers who made plain gourds arty.
Some pumpkins were spooky while others were cute—
And hey, did you know that a pumpkin’s a fruit?
One depicted a Minion, another a burger,
Suffice it to say, there was pumpkin-paint fervor.
And see that small helper with a grin ear to ear?
Don’t worry about child labor in here!
He painted with papa, that’s all that we’ll say
(We don’t know what he did for the rest of the day.)
The pumpkins are drying, pizza boxes are bare—
And now, back to work with some paint in our hair.
That’s the end of this poem, but we thank you for reading,
And hope you have fun if you go trick-or-treating!
