Summer gnomes
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| This is a winter Gnome, not to be confused with a summer Gnome. |
And the dross
Makes snow for the little
Summer gnomes scampering
Around your feet
Blooper reels make for
Winter fun
For summer gnomes
Too fragile to handle
The reel thing
Chris McQueeney 1/30/12 2:21 PM
The Red Sands Of Gnome
The gnomes under me
have stirred and clatter awake,
troubled with your scent
much like we dislike
the signs left by hissing cats.
They are the displaced
river gnomes they dumped
here last time they rumbled by
in their dwarf humvee,
all militarist
in their latest grand pretense.
They do hate the dry.
By Christopher Hileman, February 10, 2012 8:00 AM
To see the dry one walk by
All the little gnomes
Ran out from their little homes
To see the dry one walk by
“I have a responsibility
Given directly from you to me
Without care or concern
That day you drove by
And gave me a thorn in my side
As you threw them from your Humvee
All those river gnomes
You drove from your homes
Can’t abide the dry!”
All the little gnomes
Ran back to their little homes
With shouts of glee for the search
"Has anyone a match?" one said
"He wouldn’t burn" shouted another
"If he wasn’t dry" they screamed in chorus!
Chris McQueeney 2/10/12 11:00 AM
Pened in responce to Christopher at http://northernwall.blogspot.com/
Had I known
He’s got a gun, and a nicely swollen eye. Had I known he wouldn’t drop when I hit him I would have split.
“Did you hear me dick wad, I said I’m gonna kill ya”
“Yeah, I heard ya Razz”
At this point you might want to turn away or at least plug your ears……….
Chris Mcqueeney 2/9/12 11:47 PM
This piece of Flash fiction was inspired by FF55 at http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/2012/02/friday-flash-55_09.html
Bang!?
ReplyDeletethat second one def has the intensity...got my ears plugged...hha
ReplyDeleteThanks for the gnomes. One of the subset clauses in my secondary job description is to exercise them as they appear. I'll be better for the rest of the day now.
ReplyDeleteThe Red Sands Of Gnome
The gnomes under me
have stirred and clatter awake,
troubled with your scent
much like we dislike
the signs left by hissing cats.
They are the displaced
river gnomes they dumped
here last time they rumbled by
in their dwarf humvee,
all militarist
in their latest grand pretense.
They do hate the dry.
February 10, 2012 8:00 AM
Big smile for the day
DeleteThose Gnomes are a talented bunch aren't they?
ReplyDeleteVery Whimsical 55 My Friend
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
I could use this little summer gnome scampering through my garden. Leaves me feeling inspired.
ReplyDeleteSQUEEEE! You know your gnomes, good sir!
ReplyDeleteI came here from Ben Ditty's. WHAT WAS I THINKING. Step away from the "follow"
ReplyDeletestep away. Too late.
Why am I curiously drawn to the picture of the demon winter gnome from...? Your poetry is fun. Mine is not. I prefer yours.
great 55 with a gun in sight.
ReplyDeletekeep it up.
Have you ever found a great treasure trove of writing with your gnomes or perhaps they found you? Thank you for visiting Io and making acquaintance with Ahu's family too. They are surely testing me at the moment I never know what they will do next.
ReplyDeleteThis is great!
ReplyDeletethey creep me out. i don't know why :^) maybe because i gave one to someone i loved and it turned out bad...
ReplyDeletethis is so much fun:
Has anyone a match?" one said
"He wouldn’t burn" shouted another
"If he wasn’t dry" they screamed in chorus!
♥ chris,
kj
This deserves a poem "THe gnome with electric eyes" although I can't think of any more lines myself :)
ReplyDeletei enjoyed reading this,, following for more.
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting blog! Following you now!
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