The Poem Gnome
Little fellow made of wood,
He would be alive, if he could
Because of his un-alive status,
Having a human to help is a must!
But there’s no one to help him transcribe
But, he must havesomethinginside,
Cause he always communicates what he’s trying to get across
You’d think not thinking, he’d be so lost,
But rhyming stanzas somehow wind up on the page,
And, his words of wisdom are all the rage!
He’s doesn’t have a clue what he’s writing about
Because he’s not alive, but his ideas never run out
Maybe because he never moves, he has lots of time to think
Because he’s an eye sore, he lives under the kitchen sink
But, in spite of having no eyes, he never misses a trick
But, that’s not as hard as his wooden d**k!
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