I don't want my garden gnome
To go a wandering on his own
So at night I lock him up
In the cellar, the spry little fuck
He keeps on getting out some how
Two feet tall and jumps over a cow
He's got a style and a swagger
Calls me names like 'Old Nagger'
So I went and got out my sledge hammer


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.