General Poetry posted July 16, 2018

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The Sneaky Little Gnome

by Roxanna Andrews

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Today I feel like writing a poem,
Maybe, about that little gnome,

The one who lives in the garden green,
And late at night it can be seen,

Wandering about the neighborhood.
I'd show a picture if I could.

But for reasons not yet understood,
(And I fear, may not be good,)

When I check my photos, it's not there,
No pointed hat, no bright red hair.

Just night sky and empty lawn.
That slippery gnome is always gone!

I reported him to the Neighborhood Watch,
But the job, they always botch.

No wandering gnome did they see,
Now they are all talking about me!

I reported it to the police near my home,
They'd catch that sneaky little gnome.

The nice policeman wrote it all down,
With the most serious of frowns.

I felt ever so relieved,
It's wonderful to be believed.

Now I sit handcuffed around wrists,
Waiting for the police psychiatrist.

I pray someone will pay my bail,
I don't like being in this jail.

I do so want to just go home!
My only visitor has been the gnome.


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Just for fun. I don't really have a gnome wandering my neighborhood. Can someone please call me a lawyer?
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