He who made me did not want me
Left me with the empty pots
He who made me didn’t love me
Left me unpainted, here, forgot
He who cast a mould to form me
Upped his roots and departed
He who made me in his image
Made me uncaring and stone-hearted.
These woeful-looking garden gnomes were left behind by a previous occupier, and I just don’t have the heart to trash them.