Who Likes The Pumpkin

The Big fat pumpkin screams as usual,

Creates drama, attracts the vegetables,

Towards her tasteles, discarded, sorry fate.

The ugly and voracious were never so appealing,

In the kitchen of humans.

They circled around her, inspired,

Starting to believe in the survival of the fittest,

When their existence defied this very ideology

And the knife suddenly became an enemy.

How could they forget their purpose?

To be fresh and consumable for the master,

Else their rotten corpse is sure to decay

And end up being an insects' prey.

The onlooking honey, perplexed,

Excluded, sad, after a solitary mingling

Of his with the pumpkin, a one off dish,

When He turned her edible, a one off again.

But the sweetness he forgot, was his by defenition,

That he could be used everywhere,taste giver,

His destiny transcended beyond his company, 

While the pumpkin was used for Ketchup Adultery.

He belonged to a different class and kin,

Thousands of bees were sacrificed for him

Even though he shares the space with vegetables

His shelf is high, and so is the human regard.

And who likes the pumpkin?