The following poem is fan lore written about the greatest Legendary cryptomonKey in existence. This does not represent the opinion of anyone other than its writer, even though it should, because the Pampkin is the best.
The Great Pampkin
The minds of babes do often impress
with the magical tales they can weave in excess.
This tale is no different, though without much success,
The lore of Great Pampkin and the love one professed.
See Milo the monkey was just a young one
When he confused two legends into something more fun.
Now he speaks to everyone under the sun
Of the Pampkin and its full sack of toys for both daughters and sons.
See Milo will swear that each Halloween night
The Pampkin will visit a patch when just ripe
It is large and so kind, Its exactly his type
So Milo goes door to door spreading legendary hype.
“I would like to tell you about the Great Pampkin”
he says with a smile
Some shoo him off, and some listen awhile
But each fall he works using cunning and guile
To spread news of the Pampkin ‘cross every square mile.
On All Hallows Eve he will set up his camp
His blankie, a pillow, and often a lamp
He cares not if the ground is cold, wet and damp
For history awaits him to leave his great stamp.
See Milo has hunted this Pampkin for years
His friends ridicule him but it does not bring tears
He has blind love and faith in his Pampkin so dear,
So he goes and he waits with a heart full of cheer.
And every November he wakes in the dirt
Surrounded by pumpkins with soil on his shirt
Surprisingly though his feelings aren’t hurt
Because he just missed it! He jumps up with a spurt.
Then he runs to the town to ask all his friends
If they saw the Great Pampkin, what toys did he send?
They poke fun and laugh and they say its pretend
But Milo will spread its great lore ‘til…
The End.
