Damn it, gnome

Back in the flames,

 there is a rustle of stone,

  and a snort of powdered granite.

Baleful eye spots me,

 flint eyebrow raises,

   and I can't help but repeat myself,

 "It was the gnome!"

Touchy spot,

 since he likes to be ignored.

Blaming me for another's deeds on his door.

Flames not painful,

 but cleaning off the soot might draw some attention.

One benefit,

 the pols seem to have stepped back a bit,

  while the locals shrug their shoulders,

   and continue their days without end.

Flex of shoulders,

 and wings which should be heavy,

 stretching to a height normally ignored.

"The Gnome?'

Finally,

 someone is listening.

The problem is it is a ten foot tall gargoyle, with a stone wing span of twenty feet.

I doubt anyone is going to argue in his presence,

but I see selective amnesia running wild.

"Yes.  The Gnome."

Notice how "gnome" has went to "Gnome"?

Reviews

[Kelly Kepler]

I read your three gnome stories (are there more?) and liked them. Funny Creative. Witty. Thanks for the smile. :)

[Jon Roggie]

I was having fun with these, and will probably write more. It is a fun way to see how outlandish I can be!

Jon