The Gnome

Quirky Gnome

Trousers in socks

Meandering the hallways

In brunette search

In his mind, he designs puzzles

Managing the incredible feat

Of marrying math

With convoluted prose

The Gnome is often overlooked

By those who can't see

The gold hidden

Beneath a holed-t-shirt

The Gnome has shoulders

The breadth of a giant

He's always there for me

When I fall apart

I hope I will, one day

Stumble upon Gnome Village

Where I will bathe in the warmth

Of this empathetic race