Poem 50 (from page 107) - When the lights are down low

Mikka Mi Amor                 Bones Kendall

 

When the lights are down low
And you want to hear a poem,
You give a tug on my big toe,
And out comes a red-capped gnome.
“What can I do for you?” he asks.
“Would you like me to recite?”
It’s in your glory he basks–
His one hope, to bring you delight.
Say yes and he’ll do as you wish–
He’ll even give it away for free.
‘Cause he likes eating from your dish.
He’s the magnificent gnome of poetry!
If you laugh or cry at his words–
You’ll give him immense pleasure.
His verse as pretty as the singing birds–
Your satisfaction will be his measure.
He don’t care what’s proper and prim,
He hates what’s reprehensible,
The only thing that disgusts him
Is when poetry is inaccessible.

 

 

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I wrote this one based on a

I wrote this one based on a photo of a garden gnome. I'll try and track down the photo, but you can find them all over the place.

- Bones