Pumpkin Spice you make my day
I try to use you in every way
Starting with my coffee pot
I sprinkle you in and drink you hot
Then I take a shower fresh
And you are in my loofah mesh
Rubbing on some lotion sweet
On my pumpkin spice smelling feet
No worries for breakfast, it’s a no brainer
Pumpkin spice oatmeal with pumpkin spice creamer
As I select my outfit for this day’s task
Knowing I’ll sit at my trusty old desk
What else would I wear upon this dear body
My pj’s with pumpkins all over, like spotty
I pour pumpkin water in my pumpkin shape mug
And look at my keyboard while I take a chug
Thinking of writing a novel or three
When all these pumpkins are staring at me
There’s winky and stinky and squishy P. U.
It’s time to do cleaning and make pumpkin stew
I get up from my lair and take to the kitchen
Where all the pumpkins hold a convention
I turned on the oven and got out the pans
Placed pumpkins in a row and sprayed them with Pam
Went back to my desk, the timer all set
And tried once again to focus on Rhett
The character in my novel of late
I only hope that he won’t hesitate
When the heroine comes along with her spicy smile