MY SILLY LITTLE POEM
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
He is always full of smiles
He’s travelled miles
Seen so many places
Turned frowns upside down on faces
He’s out all seasons
Sitting under trees and
Shrubs and flowers
He doesn’t mind rain showers
He leans against a wheelbarrow
Full of carrots and a marrow
With a rake in one hand
And a broom in the other
He wears a yellow jacket
With pockets full of clover
Blue wellington boots
And is perched between old roots
A red pointy hat
And a white beard
Jess the cat
Thinks he is to be feared
But he would never cause harm
With such charm
He even has a name
I call him Jim
Wherever I have my home
He will come
Because he is my lucky gnome
© Fiona Cummings
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