The Garden Gnome

The man walked up the alley A shepherd in a valley Looking for that one lost sheep When WhatsApp gives a beep The man took our his phone An ape picks up a bone And uses it as a tool To bash the brainless fool The sheep had wandered off As the feet on pavements scoff Walking past the man seeking alms Ignoring the poor lady selling charms The man walked to his home To his garden and its gnome Expecting love and tea And his baby on his knee The sheep is out there cold And the whino’s face is old But not wizened or sagely Merely worn out and agely The Shepherd cries a tear For the sheep so lost right here In their homes With garden gnomes With eyes wide shut