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Gnome Poem #4 Make Way For The Gnomes Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm I say! The gnomes are coming! The gnomes are coming this way! Beat your pots and pans Beat them from all angles Bang a gong, ring a bell And loudly clang triangles. Clear the streets! Clear the streets one and all. Stand up on the sidewalk Stand up against a wall. Gather up your dogs and cats Gather them up inside your houses. Find your children and their friends Find your cousins and their spouses. Prepare yourself for when they come When the gnomes come into town Everyone knows, yes, everyone knows Gnomes put on the best parade around. So, beat your pots and pans Beat them again and again. Bang a gong, ring a bell And the gnomes will entertain. Here they come! Here they come! Here they come at last. So, make a path everybody Everybody make a path. Give three cheers for the gnomes And three cheers for their kin Everybody is ready already So let the show begin. Gnome Poem #5 Random Rhymes No known gnomes know any gnomes Now known as the gnome named Gerome. Older gnomes have brittle bones Younger gnomes do not. Nimble gnomes tumble home A rolling gnome gathers no moss. Gnomes need noodles Not new needles. No-one knows gnome noses Like gnomes know gnome noses. Its been known that gnomes Have grown new noses. Gnome's names never change Gnome's names stay the same. A gnome named Stu knew a gnu. Stu knew a gnu, do you? A gnome's nose began to glow, He curled and froze his toes. Now he's known by every gnome As the glowing nosed, frozen toed gnome. Nine blind mimes find nine fine lime-lined mines. Nary a gnome found a home nor a blind mime's lime-lined mine. A chrome-domed gnome Has no use for a comb. There's no hair up there. Anywhere! Gnomes look weird Without their beards. It has been shown That gnomes who use phones Are never alone. If you are selective When choosing a detective Just pick up the phone And ask for one of us, We're The Sherlock Gnomes. Seven coycat gnomes Sitting on a fence One fell off, None were left. Gnomes in homes know Gerome's poems about gnomes. Oh, Give me a gnome where the leprechauns roam And the dwarves and the elves and imps play Where seldom we scold a grumpy old troll And the sprites have got nothing to say. Gnome, gnome on the range Where the dwarves and the elves and imps play Where seldom we scold a grumpy old troll And the sprites have got nothing to say. |