Harley by Dan Thompson for February 23, 2024

The little man standing outside said I didn’t have to.

And here I am at 4 am reading this. Fortunately, I know my doors are locked.

Yesterday, upon the stair,

I met a man who wasn’t there!

He wasn’t there again today,

I wish, I wish he’d go away!

gnomes, gnomes are deranged, tickling toes is their game

Now his imagination is starting to go into overdrive!

You never know when garden gnomes will strike.

Why are my feet itchy?