In the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, Jonathan D. Silver waxes poetic:

Where do all the pumpkins go, post Halloween’s big costume show?

Are they left to rot and molder, as the weather trends ever colder?

Or is there some more organized scheme, to dispose of leftovers that aren’t the crop’s cream?

Wherefore do they, might they go? Inquiring minds want to know!

Silver is a clever writer, though his meter could be tighter.
It could use another edit, but I’m smiling ’cause I read it.