What’s due.

My mom says I'm not allowed to carve pumpkins,

apparently our family is cursed.

My older brother doesn't like to listen,

or maybe his hearings the worst.

Because I saw him that night out in the barn,

sacrificing the pumpkin for fun.

He had carved out a Jack O' Lantern,

put it on, then pulled out a gun.

I know he didn't see me,

he probably thought I was in bed.

Then he headed to the house

with that scary Jack O' Lantern head.

I heard two shots and was to scared to move,

I silently cried as the cool air blew.

And after a few moments of eerie silence

One more shot rang true.

So I'm sorry,

but I can't carve a pumpkin with you.

My families cursed you see

and the curse will take what's due.