Poems on Gnomes

(Something my uncle suggested...)


Oh, where, oh where have you gone?

I hunt all day and night,

The garden looks far too empty,

Please return after your flight.

Your pointed hat has many uses,

Fishing-rod decorations shine,

My garden lacks a certain piece,

I wish you were still mine.


I’m sorry I had to go away,

I saw a great show,

Men dressed as me: all pointy,

I really couldn’t go.

But now I’m back to cheer your place,

I call it too my home,

I promise won’t be took no more,

For I am your gnome.

The End

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