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Gillyweed Ranzmalkin, The Gnome On A Pole
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Gillyweed Ranzmalkin, The Gnome On A Pole |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Gillyweed Ranzmalkin, The Gnome On A Pole By: Noah Eaton 8/13/06 Lurching up there, from his lofty perch, sitting right above, the Calhoun Falls Baptist Church, loiters as taciturn, as a village cherry birch, a seventeen inch tall crackerjack, of doggerel verse, he’s a pale-faced pantaloon, all dressed up in motley, gardeners are intimidated by his stare, as though he’s V.I Warshawski, no one’s sure if this is some publicity stunt, or if he just sites there like some Maltese cat, maybe he just loves a first-class seat, to behold some old world chat. Gnome on a pole, gnome on a pole, among some it’s generating, a heightened row, gnome on a pole, gnome on a pole, standing stonily quiet from his tall abode. Among some folklore fruitcakes, Gillyweed Rainmaking’s a working class hero, but he’s got his disparagers too, including his troll neighbor Nacklemadge Yamashiro, and the Garden Gnome Liberation Front, has trained a reconnoiterer woodpecker, plotting to gnome-nap this josher, deport him back to Lamport Hall in Northamptonshire, but generally speaking, most have come to his defense, such as Freiden Farfrigraganuergen, founder of the group Gnomes In Space, with a face as green as a gherkin, he’s holding talks with the church groundskeeper, who swears Gillyweed’s peering at her over the hedge rows, by the looks of it, it may take years to agree to a quid pro quo. Gnome on a pole, gnome on a pole, his flesh is as powdery, as dry pastry dough, gnome on a pole, gnome on a pole, flooding the headlines on local talk shows. Gnome on a pole, gnome on a pole, beginning to have mushrooms, growing out of his big toe, gnome on a pole, gnome on a pole, tourists have begun pouring in, from to and fro, gnome on a pole, gnome on a pole, he spots stolen doughnut trucks, faster than you can say “Inspector Costeau!”, gnome on a pole, gnome on a pole, who knows what secrets, this lavender cone-hatted uncle bestows. "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to like this one  Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"his flesh is as powdery, as dry pastry dough"  loved that descriptiona fun read, Noah |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Greetings, Angel Boy! "with a face as green as a gherkin" ~ Now that's a face that I could get up close and personal with! Mind you, I might end up eating his face off. In my books, if it looks like a gherkin ~ it must be a gherkin!  Enjoyed the read! Hope you enjoy your day! Loveya, EA |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
This one is such fun! Well done. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Noah, Publicity stunt??? No, couldn't possibly be!!! Big Smiles. Got a big chuckle here from your poem as it portrayed human nature here so beautifully accurate I thought. Enjoyed reading and God bless. -Bob |
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