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Elegy for a Garden Gnome

There once was a gnome named Jerome Who made a herb garden his home. One day as he frolicked, He slipped and fell on some garlic And was instantly killed when a clove cleft his dome. News of Jerome spread as far north as Nome, And weeping and wailing was even heard 'cross the foam. When I learned what transpired, Re the way he expired, It inspired me to proffer this "po'm" for Jerome: Here lies our dear comrade Jerome 'neath his garden's herbivorous loam. If he'd played "farmer in the dill", He'd be up here with us still 'stead of filling a 3 x 6 hole, his new home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 10/17/2020 12:21:00 PM
a clever tale, jim! i enjoyed...
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 10/18/2020 11:30:00 AM
Jerome and I thank you, Ilene.
Date: 10/17/2020 11:43:00 AM
You and your imagination! I can see you used to be a teacher and possibly full of imagination.
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 10/18/2020 11:30:00 AM
Thanks, S O.