Ode de "Gnomes"

To all ye who have heard,
Many curse the little gnome.

He sits in your home,
In the pipes be his throne,
until asleep you want to be.

When you lye down,
Smile replace frown,
As he comes out to play.

At first a smatter,
Then such a clatter,
Even the dead even sit up.

You little rat bastard!
Yes, I'm a crass turd!
I hate the gnome in the pipes!

He comes with ferocity,
Intent on waking you and me,
Just to say "YOU HAVE HEAT!"

Will it appease you,
When departed from view,

I sleep without even a frown.
Far away from this steam heated town?


So I never stated that I was a poet, but that's the great thing about odes (little to no form.) Last night a conversation with Andrea came to mind about pipe gnomes as the radiator started clanking. If you have ever had steam heat, you probably know the noise I'm talking about. In my apartment, every night, just when you lie down to sleep it sounds like a score toddlers starting a heavy metal band (minus the singing) in my apartment. I smiled one of my biggest smiles when I thought that for at least 4 months I will live without the pipe gnomes (sorry I cant take them with me and feed them to the bears for you Andrea.)

Also a random happening today. I went in for a last min haircut at the mall and had a very nice 99 thru hiker cutting my very overdue and unstyled hair. He gave me lots of good tips and things to expect. And was probably one of the most engaging haircuts I have ever had. Cudos Bart!

That's all I have for tonight. Sleepy time.