Tuesday, September 18, 2012

What happens when a gnome gets down?

"Ben we need poetry for this poor grunting misunderstood gnome!"
-Chris McQueeney (read his poem here).

Gerald grunted from the stone he passed
The children thought he was a ghoul
But they could never know
He was a hero on his thrown,
Watching over celery
That sometimes came to life
And feasted on their brains.

7 comments:

You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!