Good to be Gnome
There could be more things alive in your garden than you think.
Good to be Gnome
I’ve always thought of myself as a good gnome
Standing in the garden of someone’s home
Beside a pond, pretending to fish
This had always been my greatest wish
But into the garden they brought someone else
I got moved, it was like being put up on the shelf
I think they were right out of order
Demoting me to another part of the border
There I stood for hours and hours
Amongst the plants and all the flowers
I kind of felt out of place
As someone else occupied my space
I was beginning to think things looked black
Until one morning they put me back
Once again I stand in pride of place
I had more than a smile upon my face
It was beyond my greatest wish
My replacement kept falling amongst the pond fish
Couldn’t compete with the wind on his own
You see he was made of plastic, not like me, I’m made of stone.
Although I am not a gnome person this made me smile and I shall now see all gnomes in a different light.
Good fun read 🙂
Sue glad this made you smile, as poets we tend to get serious or heavy but a little bit light-heartedness never comes in wrong now and again…a smile a day keeps the blues away…Tony
This made me smile.
I am not a great lover of things plastic and I was rather pleased the usurper got his come-uppance. If he tried for a position in my ‘garden’ the winds we get round here would blow him over the mountains and half way to Ireland.
I thought this was really good and I liked the rhymes.
Thanks for cheering me up.
Chrissy
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Chrissy thanks for taking the time to read and comment, glad it cheered you up.
Started as a thought I couldn’t get out of my head, Just had to go with it….Tony