O Give Me a Home...Where the Gnomes Do Roam

Out of my back door,
out of my home...
to shoot the troll,
to shoot the gnome.

He petitioned me:
My given name is Jerome,
and yes..."I'm a gnome.
Could you get me off this swing,
and into some loam?

If I had any advice,
for Jerome the gnome...
I'd say lose the hat,
and get a beard comb.

OR:
Shave off the beard,
with a shave gel that's foamy.
That's what I'd say...
to Jeromey the gnomey.

Jerome the garden gnome,
lives in the preserve behind our home.
While I do like the picture...
I'm not crazy about the poem.