Slightly Demented (a fun, nonsense poem)

“Have you seen my little gnome?” I ask the mirror in the hall. Not a word it breathes to me, just mutely hangs there on the wall. “Have you seen my little gnome?” I query of the wooden door, but all I get is silence and coldness rising from the floor. “Have you seen my little gnome?” I quiz the window’s floral drapes. With neither sound nor whispering, it taunts me with its flower shapes. “Have you seen my little gnome!” demanding of the bedroom mat; but all it does is lie down there, inaudible and very flat. “Have you seen my little gnome!!!” now screaming at a passing boy. Pointing at the lawn, he yells: “There’s your stupid garden toy!”