{"id":4197,"date":"2021-11-01T08:25:48","date_gmt":"2021-11-01T15:25:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4197"},"modified":"2021-11-03T15:59:22","modified_gmt":"2021-11-03T22:59:22","slug":"211101","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2021\/11\/01\/211101\/","title":{"rendered":"211101"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2021\/211101.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>211101<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s alive!<\/p>\n<p>I was handing out candy, late last night<br \/>\nAnd I woke this morning at first light<br \/>\nAnd suddenly to my surprise<br \/>\nMy Christmas tree began to rise<br \/>\nHe did the smash &#8211; he did the pumpkin smash<br \/>\nThe pumpkin smash &#8211; orange seeds in a splash<br \/>\nHe did the smash &#8211; he threw guts in the trash<br \/>\nHe did the smash &#8211; he did the pumpkin smash<br \/>\nFrom my back garden to my living room<br \/>\nHe was smashing gourds for a pumpkin tomb<br \/>\nHis allies came from the nurseries<br \/>\nThey were hammer-wielding Christmas trees<br \/>\nThey did the smash &#8211; they did the pumpkin smash<br \/>\nThe pumpkin smash &#8211; orange seeds in a splash<br \/>\nThey did the smash &#8211; they threw guts in the trash<br \/>\nThey did the smash &#8211; they did the pumpkin smash<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"211101 It\\'s alive! I was handing out candy, late last night And I woke this morning at first light And suddenly to my surprise My Christmas tree began to rise He did the smash - he did the pumpkin smash The pumpkin smash - orange seeds in a splash He did the smash - he threw guts in the trash He did the smash - he did the pumpkin smash From my back garden to my living room He was smashing gourds for a pumpkin tomb His allies came from the nurseries They were hammer-wielding Christmas trees They did the smash - they did the pumpkin smash The pumpkin smash - orange seeds in a splash They did the smash - they threw guts in the trash They did the smash - they did the pumpkin smash\", \"US English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>211101 It&#8217;s alive! I was handing out candy, late last night And I woke this morning at first light And suddenly to my surprise My Christmas tree began to rise He did the smash &#8211; he did the pumpkin smash The pumpkin smash &#8211; orange seeds in a splash He did the smash &#8211; he &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2021\/11\/01\/211101\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">211101<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[90,53,62,39,26,83,14],"class_list":["post-4197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-colors","tag-food","tag-halloween","tag-holidays","tag-song","tag-weapons","tag-xmas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4197"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4197"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4197\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4201,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4197\/revisions\/4201"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4197"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4197"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4197"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}