Deathcoration
This situation is most *****,
my lawn gnome has moved ever near.
He started over by the mere
and travelled now to my lawn’s clear.
I got him as a souvenir,
now he’s become a mutineer.
Close enough now to see his sneer,
and to notice he holds a spear.
I want to flee but to my fear,
around the house more gnomes appear.
His intent is now rather clear,
my fate seems to be quite severe.
I will try to sell my life dear.
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