Wishing For a Poem About Me

I went bass fishing Where a gnome was swishing Around in the water, doing serious wishing What are you wishing for I asked the gnome I want a poet to write me my own little poem Well I am a poet, but I was on my way home Can I get back to you Sunday? I asked the gnome. It’ll be too late, he told me in a serious way. I need to know as soon as possible, maybe even today. I sat down on a rock and put on my thinking hat. What is your name? I asked. They call me “Matt.” What do you do for fun or hobbies? I asked the gnome. Because I wanted to put this stuff into his poem. What are you some kind of snoopy stranger? Matt said suspiciously. I decided to move along, without helping him accidentally. “What do you do for fun?” Matt yelled after the back of my head. I could have answered, but I turned and stuck my tongue out instead. So because of our misbehaviors, we both missed out on meeting a new friend. I have no more time to explain, but this encounter was not the end….