my gargoyle named Nate
What was that huge thing leaping over the gate?
My eyes did not lie; it was a gargoyle named Nate.
I had not seen him since my birthday when I was eight.
I asked where he had been, and he showed me a skate.
I have been winning contests around the world now.
The spectators are amazed, and all say, “oh wow!”
I skate with only one skate in Sweden and Glasgow.
I asked him if he still tormented my grandpa’s cow.
Bessie is dead, but there are others I bother.
Last Wednesday I annoyed dreams of your father.
He was always a jokester, my gargoyle named Nate.
I was glad that he had stopped by my garden gate.
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