His gravitas is seen for miles
The beard is thick, to hide his smiles
A wrinkled visage worn by weather
Good thing he has treasured sweater
For many years in dirt he’s sat
He wears it well, just like his hat
He’s good luck yet at heart he’s devilish
He’d rather hoard it ‘cause he’s quite selfish
But stands his guard in front of home
The Logan Roy of Garden Gnomes…
He likes the earth, but prefers to wear it
Those muted tones gives outfit merit
Behind dark shades and wide brimmed cap
This little man won’t take your crap
But often he is overlooked
Forgotten by a babbling brook
In contemplation, shoulders hunched
He sits in silence, face all scrunched
How he craves companionship
But messes up, his own feet trip
He always ends up all alone
That Kendall Roy, the Guarded Gnome…
He might be wee, and slightly weird
Eschews the cap and twisty beard
His hair is always done just so
The sharpest elf your garden knows
He’s full of insults, barbed like arrows
His cut of pants is sharp and narrow
He’s tossed around but gets back up
And all good things he will disrupt
But of this group of impish gnomes
We love him most, that rascal Rome!
The pretty one is oh so clever
Disregard her, you should never!
Cherub as if sent from Heaven
And over home she’s guardian
She stands apart for strong is she
Will take her place at base of tree
Surveys the land for sign of strife
Protects the brood, and will for life
She’s fierce in mood and temperament
A heroine cast in cement
The staunchest gnome you can employ
The Garden Goddess, beloved Shiv Roy!
They dot the land like troll procession
Jostling, fighting for succession
The head of line is fading fast
And no one knows who’s first or last
Who will prevail on highest hill
Each takes its place, stands guard until
There’s one remaining all alone
The pinnacle of Modern Gnome…
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