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.
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One sips, not too bad,
try two, now three and four, I'm feeling glad.
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The night goes on in a blur,
this partying all night is great, for-sure.
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Along comes the sun to awaken the brood,
but we find them all. in. a. mood.
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Ones head is aching, the other just hurts,
the last one is moaning then turns and he spurts.

Poor little pumpkin, his merriment gone,
wishing he hadn't tagged along.
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Dreaming of candy and tricks and treats,
instead of heaving on some guys street.
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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!!!