Sorry that I didn't pick
Stacy up from school
Traffic's kinda hard
to beat when you're riding a pack mule
Where's the family Buick?
Well, I'm sure that I can't say
Why are there tiny footprints
all over my face?
Yeah, don't ask, its
been that kind of day
You see it all began...
When I drove off the
road to save a speckled toad from drowning
It turned into a tiny
man, who tackled me and, he took my car keys
His grip was quite strong
for a little guy, he sucker-punched me
Then stuck the stem
of his pipe in my eye
His buddies all chortled
with glee, and then they kicked me
Around and it didn't
help that I made fun of Gary Coleman
I woke up so dizzy,
and no one believes me, they just look sad and say that I was abducted
Just government testing
you say, but to this day
Elementary schools still
creep me out
Chorus:
Because gnomes ran away
with my car
Not so much as a thank
you, I think this time they've gone too far
I tried to tell them
it wasn't for sale
But they tied me up
with shamrocks, and made me drink their wassail
I woke up much later,
away in a manger of strawberry jam
All part of their plan
I'm sure, but they're so short that I never even saw it coming
Gnomes maybe cute, magical
and smart, or even endangered
But if I had my way,
those gnomes would pay
By now you can tell,
I've learned my lesson well
I've quite being a good
citizen
and as I gallop down
the road, its just me now and Old Ben
I know you think you're
nice, but take my advice
if you see a speckled
toad, don't dive in
Ok, this is the part where I do a little commentary to try to make excuses for why my poetry is so bad. =) This poem is from spring break boredness, and way too much caffeine. Nuff said.