Ghost with a pumpkin hat

There was a carved pumpkin whose hat had been took
By a ghost on a broomstick with a mischievous look
The broomstick grumbled it had once been a tree
And the ghost treated objects just like they were free.
The ghost didn't care – A witch it would be —
And then all would fear the witch spectre they'd see!!

Well fancy that — a ghost in a hat.
Flies on a broomstick like a witch and its cat
(I once saw a witch who was a little too fat —
The bristles sparked as it dragged where she sat)
But a ghost with a hat! Well fancy that!
Although, to be fair, it was missing the cat.

The ghost suddenly jolted, and screeched to the earth
Where sat the great pumpkin with a well-rounded girth
The broom kept on going, and was shredded to sticks
The ghost wailed out like the best Hendrix licks
The pumpkin devoured it with a great roar of mirth
And the ghost punched and screamed, for all it was worth

The hat then plopped down on the Pumpkin's top
The ghost became silent. The screams had stopped
"Oh Pumpkin, what keeps me inside your self
Is it magic, is it pixies, or a pointy-eared elf?"

The Pumpkin was silent, but eventually said,
"Ghosts aren't real. It's all in your head.
So really you see you aren't really here."
And with that weird logic, the ghost… disappeared!