The call came, the call sounded forth
The gnomes were summoned for a meeting
Those bearded ones walked from depths of earth
And somber was their greeting.
“All gnomen, listen, listen to me,”
Their chieftain called them to order,
In the shadow of the old oak tree
At the farthest reach of their border
“Our brethren are taken and put on display,”
At this, the assembly did groan.
“They’re used as decor in a most vulgar way,
And kept from their native loam!”
The gnomes did weep and stamp their feet
So great was their displeasure.
But the moment passed, it was time to eat;
They returned to their former leisure.
And now you know what happens at a meeting of the Gnomes, the Gnome Gnoggin.
This has been Thursday Verse Day with Lynniebeemuseoday.
It’s time to eat, no time to delete.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
I recognize the little guy on the right! He looks happy 🙂 Do you name your gnomes?
M in AK
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Yes, or rather in theory I love the idea of naming them! Their names have not come to me yet. I’m tempted to use trios that have already been used like Shadrach, Meschak and Abednego, or Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar. Maybe even Wynken, Blynken and Nod.
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I always wondered what those people were up to!
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Ha ha! Me too!! 😄
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