the infamous enigma, that was star gnome
climbed up on the moon, above his home
His whiskers were cooling, he felt good
the crescent moon comforted him as it should
No one knew he was up there that night
the moon looked strange, not a normal sight
fey sensed something was a bit amiss
gnome whispered a prayer and sent them a kiss
pink and dainty he is, he attracts flowers too
I wondered about this dude, who interested Sue
and he is a gnome? I qualified with a bit of hesitation.
I have told you this a thousand times, she said in frustration.
Let’s invite him to lunch; he eats, does he not?
He arrived holding a bouquet and one sweet forget-me-knot.
I think he’s saying good-bye, I told Sue, who rolled her eyes.
He was simpering and silly, frankly, no handsome grand prize.
Gary, our gnome lights all of the candles in this church, the priest said
Go about your business, but this is taken care of, added choirboy Ned.
They agreed that Gary would be upset if anyone else did it for sure.
That gnome sneaked in and gave me a look that said “you are manure”.
Mr. Gnome G was a quilter from way back
His grandma taught him the craft in Hackensack
His clothing was amazing, he made his own stuff
If you made fun of him, he stomped off in a huff.
Other gnomes were sometimes jealous of Mr. Gnome G.
He was always invited to pretty ladies’ houses for tea
They quizzed him for sewing tips, a bit unmercifully.
An expert at quilting, the talented Mr. Gnome G.
Deranged gnome is fancied up for Halloween
He is wearing goblin colors, said my cousin, Sheen.
He looks frightening, I said. Is he a little mean?
A temper on this guy, I actually have never seen.
If he goes outside to trick-or-treat.
Will we hear children screaming on the street?
He looks like he is ready to eat
Pets, grandmothers, and a child’s feet.
The sewing gnome was always home
sewing quilts for his friends and such
Someone said he had written a poem
It’s no big deal, he said, not much.
I wanted to read it and cajoled him.
He thought it was frivolous and sad.
I read it aloud to my husband Jim.
For a gnome, he said, it isn’t bad.
The sewing gnome was having fun on his machine
I dislike the colors, said my Auntie who is glum.
Don’t tell him that, it sounds kind of mean.
Okay, she said, but he doesn’t have to make me one.
He laughed when I told him we liked his poem.
I didn’t enjoy it, he admitted, it was a bet.
When we got home my husband called ….
told him he should post it on the internet.
The sewing gnome thought this was funny.
I’m too busy, I’ve decided to raise bees and stuff.
Like what? A skunk, a deer, a wasp and a bunny.
and today I am fixing my uncle’s favorite coat cuff.
Brincelj gnome Brincelj !
You still hiding at Vitranc's peak?
Or did Bedanec trap you?
how did you become the hot dog gnome? asked the reporter from KTV5
When my family knew or the world knew? He liked this lively jive.
I guess, the world, she said, not sure what the gnome meant that day.
That’s up to you, he told her. I am counting on you getting me lots of play.
He sat in the grocery store waiting to sign autographs for the masses.
People who noticed him the most were children, and they had classes.
Rose
You don’t pull the petals of a rose to make it bloom.
Perfection should never be forced.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Santa always wanted to be an elf
He made a wish one day, against a shelf
The clock above got a little mixed up
He changed Santa into a dachshund pup
Santa went barking around and scared some kids
the clock transmogrified him into a gnome, named Lids
Lids sat in the woods and counted mushrooms that were whole
In the meantime, there was turmoil at the North Pole
Where was Santa? Who would drive the red sleigh?
Would he return home before Christmas day?
Mrs. Claus got out her Bible and began to frantically pray.
The clock rolled his eyes at the kerfuffle heading his way.
whimsical gnome created colorful flowers as she walked
Her expressions were a delight, but she hardly ever talked
We watched her walk from limb to limb, blooms following her feet
The vines of florals she left were truthfully breathtaking and sweet.
she was sitting on her bumble bee
singing a rumble dumble tumble ditty
is that an elf, gnome or a faerie?
This was asked by far-sighted Grandma Tee.
She is a faerie, said her granddaughter Zee.
How do you know? Asked Grandma Tee
She has faerie wings, replied little Zee
You are so bright! Said Grandma Tee.
garden gnome Jim loved the marigolds especially
And the sunflowers of course, and petunias, luckily
He tended the garden, every day, admiring each berry
Occasionally sneaking a radish, rose, or a strawberry.
Brownie, elf, gnome, pixie and fey
Walked to large mushroom store on the bay
Met a grouchy gargoyle along the way
He was made of concrete, all gravelly gray
Question
Better to be a fool for a moment,
than one to remain a fool forever.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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