My pumpkin poem

I think I lose any cool factor that I had -- which probably wasn't much -- by posting this poem, but it accurately shows how strange/lame my life has become. This is what I put in the paper about the parade this weekend. I hope I still have friends left.

There was a parade to start off the day
The legionnaires came out to lead the way
The pipers and shriners were out in droves
Then the politicians came down the road
But it was the pumpkins that really stole the show
There were big ones and smalls ones, some were round, some were flat
They all came in carts and some even wore hats
All that was missing was a few acrobats
There were bands to entertain of all shapes and sizes
And music was played without any prizes
The high school band played on bales of hay
There were even kazoo players who came out for the day
The Red Hat ladies were all on hand
But where on earth was Grandpa’s Goodtime Band?
The wizard of oz was there without cause
But the parade went on without a pause
There were classic cars, tractors and more
A monster truck could’ve run over a store
There were kids in costumes handing out candy
But most importantly there were always pumpkins handy