Squirm, Magic Pumpkin,Squirm!

While I wave this wand at you 

That I saw Aunt Circe throw out.

There's still a little battery left

And I want to see what you can change into.

I've been told

That changing something half the way

Is a no-no.

The strange hybrids tend to grow into monsters,

Like Cerberus and Apis Bulls,

But I'd kind of like to see a Pumpkin-taur,

And I think knowing the gourdic nature

From whence it would start

Prohibits me from being too terrified

To see it form.

If I could be happier,

I would,

But since I can't,

I'm good

Being a half-assed excuse for a demigod,

And wasting my time by creating 

Other weird misfits in my image.

-jenn