Nasty gnomes are dancing in my garden
Midnight snarking sneaking in my garden  

The roguish moon has sparked their chi to life
Its gleam through tree limbs leaking in my garden  

Loathsome rascals stomping beans and daisies
Damn devil’s mischief wreaking in my garden  

Deep inside my cups I grasp the horror
Shaking trembling freaking in my garden  

This is not the aura Li Po penned to paper
Not the solace seeking in my garden  

Poetic plans frozen with rabid terror
With nightmare creatures peeking in my garden  

I hear their vulgar sass behind the willows
Those lippy gnomes cheeking in my garden  

They stampede off their nasty odor wafting
My nose recoils such reeking in my garden  

Their lusty scamper frightens off the dog
I cloak my eyes to streaking in my garden  

No more wine and moony writing ventures
I’ll stick to day critiquing in my garden  

Lurching home I hear my name unmoored
A chilling farewell shrieking from my garden