Ancient Sage Gnome
The ancient sage gnome of many colors
Flashed rainbows as he entered the forest
He was like a prism, dazzling the woodlands
As he walked, sunlight bounced off of his cloak
Who is he? A mushroom king asked his queen.
She had heard of the ancient sage gnome
However, no one told her what to expect.
In her weirdest suppositions, she had not envisioned rainbows
I think he is the ancient sage gnome, she guessed.
That can’t be right, said the mushroom king.
For his wife was notorious for jumping to conclusions
Without benefit of facts.
She was totally right, however, neither asked.
So, neither ever knew.
Guessing for the rest of their lives
All their other guesses wrong.
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