A Gnomes Tale Poem by Phil Soar

We used to own a garden gnome
Until he packed and left our home
He left us in a state of flux
Without a glance or backwards look
We've often thought, why he'd upped and gone
Until we looked in the garden pond
Deep in the mud, with a bullet in the head
Was another gnome that we'd called Fred
We thought they'd be the best of friends
But Fred has met a grizzly end
And our other gnome, without a name
We think must harbour all the blame
But where he's gone, we cannot guess
He might have gone to Inverness
In the Scottish Highlands, where he's gone to ground
And we don't think that he'll ever be found