During fall, pumpkins get downright royal.
Today, we bring you verses befitting the pumpkin's fall nobility. They're fancily penned by a Fireside poet, and their rhyming couplets and poetic diction are fit for a king. We recommend you channel a dramatic voice and read them aloud.
We will permit you to drink a pumpkin latte while reading this, (though is that pumpkin's most accurate incarnation?), but be prepared: you'll want to bake a pie immediately after you're through.
The Pumpkin by John Greenleaf Whittier