Well I painted my gnome, I could only find white.
Now he's interestingly pale, but ghostly at night.

But bring on the winter, when snow starts to fall.
I'll not find my gnome, I'll not see him at all.

So I'LL PAINT HIM ALL OVER IN FLUORESCENT GREEN
THEN MY LITTLE GREEN MAN WILL ALWAYS BE SEEN.

There was another poem here, somewhere up in my head
about a scruffy cat , but i forgot so now i'm off to bed.

I once had a cat, I had named him "old scruff"
He had lots of fur, but it was wiry, unkempt and quite tough.

On my knee he would sit like a great ball of fluff,
'til it was time for his tea cos then he'd had enough,

I feed him whatever I've got,
But I'm a pensioner, so it's not a lot.

My old cat was a thief with with other nasty habits.
She ate the neighbour's guinea pigs then started on their rabbits.

But one night she got it so terribly wrong,
A bunny she picked was terribly strong.

Thumper's his name, and he loved a big fight,
As the cat strutted up, it got such a fright.

Thumper delivered a real mighty clout,
The cat was bloodied, all over the snout.

"Old Scruff" went off to find the white gnome
Down in the garden; a place he called home.

But Thumper had followed him home,
"Old Scruff" was not quite alone.

White gnome said 'Let's not disagree,
Why not be friends- now come in for tea.'

But Thumper was there, he was angry and mad.
He had things to do, that were violent and bad.

" Scruff replied, "If it's war you want, you great ball of fluff
I'll fight tooth and claw,and believe me- I'm tough".