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Home Sweet Gnome

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Home Sweet Gnome
 
When the lights go out and no ones about 
In the gardens of our homes
 
There comes the cheery, happy, shout
Of  our friends the garden gnomes
 
They know its spring and work they must
They have a lot to do
 
The secret work that goes unnoticed
By the likes of me and you
 
There’s a hive of hustle bustle 
From behind the garden bins
 
Which means its time for some repairs
Before the new day then begins
 
Who did you think glued leaves to trees?
And puts the batteries in hedge hogs?
 
Who massages?  The tired limbs? 
Of the poor old jumped out pond frogs?
 
They put their backs out just stretching grass
So the humans think it grows
 
Doing somersaults with perfume guns
Just in case you smell that rose
 
Every day they swap a bigger head 
On the flowers, that don’t bloom!
 
They have assorted sizes stashed away 
In their underground store room
 
Now gardening is a lot of work
Of which they’re very fond
 
But there’s always time for skinny dips
In next doors koi carp pond              (-:
 
 
And when autumn comes, no cutting corners
They don’t take leaves straight down
 
They climbs the branches with little pails
Then paint them golden brown
 
Paint some leaves orange, others yellow
Until their works complete
 
But before they drop them down make sure
That they’re crispy for your feet
 
So the next night pop them in the toaster
To make sure they go crunch
 
And tuck the squirrels up in  bed
They’re such a caring bunch
 
But gnome work it dropped as the mixers turned
And the green it turned to grey
 
Mother earth she cried as the gnome work died
And she watched on in dismay
 
And as the flags where laid the gnomes no longer played
Our fields and gardens became gnomeless
 
Gnomes queued in lines at unemployment signs
And became very sad and homeless
 
And as we drove more cars and dumped more junk
The saddest sound was heard
 
A tiny cough down in the grass
Of a choking ladybird.
 
But there’s always hope and it can start right here 
Right here, in our own homes
 
Lets pull the concrete up!  
Plant some trees!
And make work for garden gnomes!
 
 
 
Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet and writer                                                  31/05/13
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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