Pumpkin Pants knows how to dance
And every Halloween
He gets snatched
From his pumpkin patch
To bust the spookiest moves
That you’ve ever seen

He likes to do the boo-galoo
With all the ghosts and ghouls
And waltzes with the witches
With moves from the haunted old school
Then he does the banshee bop
At the Devil’s discothèque
With moves that are hotter than
All the fire in Heck

He vogues with the vampires
And shimmies with the spectres
Gets down with Death,
The Grim reaper,
And all the other bone collectors

He also does the limbo
While Grimmy holds his scythe
And makes all of the ghosts watching
Wish that they were still alive

He shakes his orange booty
From dusk until the dawn
From the last ray of light
To just before the morn
And when the sun it rises
Back up into the sky
Pumpkin Pants returns to his patch
Until another year passes by.

Pumpkin Pants - A short funny poem about a groovy ghoul