Ode III A Mellowcreme Pumpkin

Sweet jolly jack-no-lantern
You always make me glad

Despite the fact methinks most surely
For my teeth you are bad

Alone I've been three years this June
In bed save for my cat

And many a night I've thought, lo!
I shall let myself grow fat

But then I think of you, my friend
There for me every Fall

And I go for a run instead of a binge
'Cause if I got Type II diabetes, well...

I couldn't eat you at all.