Perfectly Imperfect Pumpkin

An unwanted pumpkin. I’m left on the ground.
Would I be carved if my body were round?

And If I were orange, instead of this green,
Would I be displayed, and not left unseen?

Who wants a pumpkin that’s covered in bumps?
All of my lumps have me down in the dumps.

I long for a candle to shine bright inside.
An enchanting glow and a magical guide.

Different carvings now light up the night
Except for one thing … no witch is in sight!

Witches are green. They are warty, not round.
Where is a pumpkin like that to be found?

Can it be? Yes, it's me they just picked from the vine!
Becoming a witch is a task where I'll shine.

Tonight as I sit on a porch with a candle.
I’m doing a job that no other can handle.

So no matter your figure, or flaws, or your hue,
It's fine to be different; be glad you are you!