Paul S. Gifford

THINGS THAT GO CRUNCH IN THE NIGHT

Worms, centipedes and slithering bugs
Slimy creatures and beetle bubs,
Creepy crawlies and little things,
moths with their enchanted wings.
Ants, hoppers, and hideous cockroaches,
scurrying as dark quickly encroaches.
You might, dear reader, snub your nose at these,
but to me, dear reader, they surely please!
For understand I’m a garden gnome
And your lush back yards I call my home…
And I gaily munch bugs all through the night,
relishing in each succulent, juicy bite.
Dreading the sun as it inevitably rises,
the time when my body immobilizes.
Yes once more I transform to cold stone,
Crying one regretful agonized groan
Then I daydream the hours idly away,
Considering, eagerly, my nightly buffet…

Author’s Note: Dedicated to my alter-ego, Henrick Glutonlumps