Headless Frank...

advisor to the lovelorn, weary, confused, and the overly self-involved

pumpkin headed Frank

Dear Headless Frank:

We haven’t heard any statuesque poetry from you lately. Do you have some seasonal inspiration for us?
—Fall Guy

Dear Fall Guy—
Happy to oblige. Words for autumn:

Lately falling in your hair
And on your favorite patio chair,
Crunchy leaves and cripy air
Signal autumn everywhere.

So hie thee to a pumpkin farm.
Bring back a nice one in your arm.
All yellow-orange, but not too red,
Because it’s going to be my head.

Place it on my shoulders now
So I can think and tell you how
To live so you—oh, mercy, GULP!
It ain’t no good; my brain is pulp.

Signing off: Medulla oblongata.