The garden gnomes are walking
They’re marching off the lawn
Quitting their miserable jobs
Of standing around all day
And never feeling warm

Neville with his wheel barrow
Trevor with his spade
They will no longer watch over
Where the children played

Derek with his fishing rod
Gordon with his sack
The gnomes they are going for good
And they’re never coming back

The world can be a tough place
For a garden gnome
But they’ve found another place to go
By a heater on the patio
Of the neighbours’ home.

The Gnomes Leave Home - A short funny poem about some grumpy garden-dwellers.