Pumpkin Head

If I had a pumpkin for a head,

Nothing would ever need to be said,

For people to flock to me,

To hear the story,

Of how I got a pumpkin for a head,

No need for style,

My jack-o-lantern smile,

Will get them to stay a little while,

You drew a lady on the wall,

With that you won the love of all,

To admire that portrait of a woman,

My friends would stop mid-conversation,

I thought they would stumble and fall,

They turned away from me,

One who is made of flesh and blood,

For your lovely lady on the wall,

Nevermind, if I had a pumpkin for a head,

I would not need any art,

To win their hearts,

Nor wit nor charm,

So what is the harm,

In having a pumpkin for a head?

You recited poetry,

How many lines did you commit to memory?

But your audience will find more mystery,

In one who has a pumpkin for a head,

I'd have a seat at the table,

Where we would all gather,

Turning away from you, 

Someone would bring me water,

Though there would be no way for me to drink,

If I had a pumpkin for a head,

Always your rival but never your equal,

Until I have a pumpkin for a head