Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater
Had a wife but couldn’t keep her
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And thought he kept her very well.
One wonders at his credulity
Not to mention the cruelty
Of thinking you could keep a spouse
A prisoner within your house.
She drank a toast, but to herself
And because she valued her mental health
She found a job and her own place
After she threw a pumpkin pie in his face.