No Returning Gnome

Our garden gnome has vanished

He sat by the pond alone,

As a present he was given

(Or I should say 'adopted')

From another home,

We hated him on sight

But smiled gratefully

With thankful acceptance

For the monster that was he.

We are sure he sensed our attitude

Every time that we past by,

It once got to the stage

We were convinced a tear came to his eye.



In his gaudy gown he sat with his fishing rod

Even the other gnomes left him on his tod,

Our cat would screech at him

And then continue hissing

But that gnome took no notice

He just went on fishing.



One spooky night in Winter

He must have crept away

And struggled to the pond next door,

While we rejoice (and our cat)

He`s still there to this very day.