Re: Gnome!!! Come Back, Gnome!!!

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: Hey Doc, don't be so down.  The gnome is back.  I am touched that you missed me - though I would be a mite more wistful if you missed me for my charm, my cute red hat, or anything other than that your danged stew pot is empty and you have run outta *blank* butter (refusing to allow that such a thing exists as churned and chilled gnome).

: We did go through a strange place called Las Vegas on the way to our new tree home.  It was a place of lights, and strange people feeding metal to machines and pulling on the poor arms of the things and cursing after watching the eyes of the dang thing roll and then stop.  More than that, god forbid but it gives me nightmares, there seemed to be MANY of the likes of Doc Mary on the prowl, and somebody even told me it was LEGAL!!  Can you believe that?  It's a wonder they all aren't committed to the same asylum as our Dear old Doc.  And I wonder that anybody who looks back upon that strange place doesn't turn to a statue made of salt.

: Gnome Dome

: : O, what can ail thee, Doctor M,
: : Alone and palely loitering?
: : The sedge has withered from the lake
: : And no gnomes sing!

: : No gnomal feet disturb her rest,
: : No tortured cries so tiny,
: : Her traps are bare, she's in despair,
: : No gnomie guts so slimy!

: : Her cauldron's filled with cobwebs now,
: : Her whips and chains all rusty,
: : She's out of stew and butter too,
: : Her canning jars all fusty!

: : O, what can ail thee, Doctor M.,
: : What is it that you dreameth?
: : Mohicanland is bare and sere
: : Till gnomies once more screameth!

: : *sniff! sniff!*

: : Doc M


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