Three little pumpkins start out for the night,
dreaming of Halloween tricks and delight.
Along the way they get distracted,
by a six-pack nicely wrapped'd.
One sips, not too bad,
try two, now three and four, I'm feeling glad.
The night goes on in a blur,
this partying all night is great, for-sure.
Along comes the sun to awaken the brood,
but we find them all. in. a. mood.
Ones head is aching, the other just hurts,
the last one is moaning then turns and he spurts.
wishing he hadn't tagged along.
Dreaming of candy and tricks and treats,
instead of heaving on some guys street.
The moral dear pumpkin for this sad little tale,
Candy is better, avoid the ale.
So sorry for my attempt at being witty.
I got these pictures as an e-mail and just could not pass up the fun and a friendly reminder to be careful and safe this Halloween.
Happy Sugar Coma Day!!!