September 17, 2003 Culture © the other press ©

Postcard fiction, poetry, essays, etc.

Odin the Garden Gnome

Odin, the garden gnome
Stands forever alone

At various times ankle deep in shit
Wearing a hat, that doesn’t quite fit.

His only whiff of a story, would take a force nine gale
Yet in his case, it would still be stale.

His nose for news is continually clogged
With hints of smut, rebellion, and fog.

And, so, stands Odin the garden gnome
Stiff, cold, and always alone.

By Anonymous

 

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