There's a little concrete gnome sat in next door's garden,
He hasn't got a fishing rod he's got a little hard on,
Pulling open his little coat,
Flashing all his bits,
Wishing he had a little friend with a pair of concrete tits.
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A gnome poem written by our own Meme. Thanks Toots! :)
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There once was a gnome from Savannah
Who someohow wound up in Indiana
He could stare through the glass
To see his owner's fat ass
And long to cover his eyes with a bandana!
I'd like to claim authorship but unfortunately its an old school rhyme , along the lines of
my friend billy
had a ten foot willy
and he showed it to the girl next door
she thought it was an adder
so she hit it with a ladder
and now its only 3 foot four
( I )
that's my fat ass. Thanks Schell
haha
oops...it looked fatter when I posted it
LOL at Schell's poem!
ha ha ha ha ha . . . buncha fetishist whack jobs!
there once was a gnome name of darcy
who was apt to behave somewhat arsey
He got in a tizzy
and fell for miss lizzy
and the match became ever so classy
abridged with gnomes for gnomes by gnomes
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