Our garden gnome has vanished
He sat by the pond alone,
As a present he was given
(Or I should say 'adopted')
From another home,
We hated him on sight
But smiled gratefully
With thankful acceptance
For the monster that was he.
We are sure he sensed our attitude
Every time that we past by,
It once got to the stage
We were convinced a tear came to his eye.

In his gaudy gown he sat with his fishing rod
Even the other gnomes left him on his tod,
Our cat would screech at him
And then continue hissing
But that gnome took no notice
He just went on fishing.

One spooky night in Winter
He must have crept away
And struggled to the pond next door,
While we rejoice (and our cat)
He`s still there to this very day.