You better watch out,
You better stay alert,
They run in the grass and hide in the dirt,
This is a tale of how they roam,
This is a tale of a garden gnome.
I was in my bed and then they came,
Crawling through the broken window pane,
In shock I sat there feeling numb,
How could I have been so dumb?
But when the first blow hit me,
My senses alerted me,
That I was about to die,
So I jumped out of bed with my bat,
Fifty gnomes i was going to fry.
I crashed and smashed those intruders to pieces,
The dust and pointed hats flew,
I had even managed to kill a gnome with a shoe!
Then when all the gnomes lay dead on the floor,
I stood on conquering hill,
I had vanquished every single gnome,
Even the chieftain Bill!
And to this day,I'm always prepared,
If those gnomes launch an attack.
With my mace, gun and baseball bat.
Making sure they don't come back.
--Theresa W., 10
