Sasquatch Jack-o-lantern competition

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The kid beamed bright with carving pride,
"Look, it’s you!" he said, wide-eyed.
But Sasquatch frowned and gave a sigh,
One furry brow raised to the sky.

His pumpkin glowed with flawless cuts—
A spooky grin, no smears or ruts.
While the boy’s... well, bless his heart,
Looked like spaghetti flung as art.

"That's me?" Squatch muttered, full of doubt.
"My head’s not shaped like a Brussels sprout."
The child just grinned with toothless glee—
"Your nose was hard! Don’t judge me!"

They stood in silence, lanterns lit,
One proud, one in a mild-ish snit.
And though he grumped, deep down Squatch knew—
This pumpkin love was kind of true.

So every year he strikes a pose,
While kids carve him with wonky toes.
He gripes, he groans, but still he stays—
The grumpy champ of Halloween days.