There’s a dirty limerick waiting to be made out of every childhood rhyme, but I’m not up for it today. Instead, let’s make a concerted effort to rise above the gutter until the next Hunk of the Day rears his head. (See, I can’t even write up a nice pumpkin post without a ‘rear’ and some ‘head’.) The best I can do is offer this seasonal picture of some pumpkins. It sets the scene better than a Witch’s tit.
