Poor Gnome Peter came down
with a fever.
But nobody helped, me
neither.
So he went to his friend
The Grim Reaper
Who was filled with the
silence of a griever
Gnome Peter told him his
tale of woe.
He had no home, and was
laughed at by the other Garden Gnomes.
His hat was crooked and
his knees were bruised by grass.
He needed to do something,
and it had to be fast.
Gnome Peter tried to walk
But he couldn’t
no, not even a meter
So he sat down and cried
Because no matter how hard
he tried
He felt like he had died
The Grim Reaper put his
hand around Peter and said
“You are special, yes you
are a leader.”
(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson
