How A Group Of Gnomes Could Save A Life

*I was given four words to make a poem out of, let’s see how I did on a half asleep brain*

The sad man lived alone in his lonely house.
Just him and the gnomes.
The crazy things about gnomes you see
Is how they’re quieter than a mouse.

The gnomes could see how the man would stare.
For he was their friend.
And he grinned no longer
Just surrounded by the smell of incense and despair.

If the gnomes could make the man laugh, just once more.
Then that’d be a victory.
And the gnomes could dance.
A great bookend for a weekend with smiles in store.

The gnomes could see the lonely man’s eyes.
Almost aqua like in their blue.
All the gnomes knew
That they and the man would always be allies.


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