In a quaint little garden, with roses so red,
Lived a cheeky old gnome named Fred.
He'd tell tales of carrots that danced in the night,
And mushrooms that giggled, oh what a sight!
One day he found a snail called Sue,
Who said, "Fred, what mischief shall we pursue?"
They plotted and planned, with a grin so wide,
To swap all the hedgehogs for brooms they could ride.
The sun rose up, and the garden awoke,
With hedgehogs in flight, the birds thought it a joke!
"Oh Fred," chuckled Sue, "what a marvellous spree!"
"Indeed," laughed the gnome, "let's have crumpets for tea!"
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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