Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum…
It’s your Big Daddy havin’ fun!
Knut, my son, you have no clue…
I’ve been here and back from Kalamazoo!

It’s too early for verses, but you had start…
It smells like a rat or a really bad fart!
So pack your crates and your poop bags too…
I am heading to California from Kalamazoo!

You thought I was kidnapped...
That’s couldn’t be farthest from the truth!
Dear Daddy was partying with Lab breeders…
Up on the lake near Duluth!

I’ve been to the North, East and South…
It’s time to go West and sneak up like a mouse!
Accusations you made who you thought was my captor…
I’ll swoop in and cause fright like a crazed wild raptor!

You and the Travelmeister will never catch me…
You can look on the ground, in the sky, in a tree!
So stop your complaining it’s about being harmonious…
Your complaints about Potomac are simply erroneous!

Put on the stiff upper lip mom and I taught you about…
And give up the search on dear old Dad’s whereabouts!
You’ll see me in Frederick at the 2009 Potomac Specialty…
It is my one stop in life that has gained respect and loyalty!

I’ll part with this warning and words of beware…
There best be a room at the “Inn” to wash my dirty underwear!
Fear not my young Knut your Daddy will sit on his throne…
He’ll play a cruel trick and move everyone’s cones!!!

You've traveled here and partied there,
We're glad to hear you're fine,
Your ordeal has had us worried, Dad,
You've been gone such a long, long time!

The Travelmeister's neutral, friend,
And stays above the fray,
She's Switzerland, with no complaints,
And strives to stay that way!

Re-read the verse, her motive's pure,
She too urges tranquility and peace,
And looks forward to Potomac 2009,
Where she'll gladly share the shrimp feast!

You're sure not our Daddy,
He wouldn't speak in that way.
You're a craven imposter.
And so shall you pay.

The story's been told
And the folken do know
Of the sad tale of Daddy
Taken those years ago.

That Big Daddy likes his bottle,
'Tis sad, but 'tis true.
But I fear its this new author
Is the one with no clue.

To say we've complained
About Potomac is absurd.
We rejoice and celebrate
And sing every word!

No need for bad language
As Mom used to say,
Just send us our Daddy
And call it a day.

We'll see you in April
Though you have little fear,
There'll be wee folk among you
And our mission is clear.

So stuff your excuses,
Your gruff and your bluff
Just bring us our Daddy,
There will be no more huff.

Gnome folk are peaceful
We mean no one harm.
But to steal our sweet Daddy
Is cause for alarm.

Stop calling us names
we are small, but astute.
Repent all your misdeeds,
You BIG OAFING GALOOT!

See how it feels
to be called unkind names?
Stop all your madness
Put an end to your games.

Humph! Indeed we are not
The Tweedles Dum and Dee.
So bring us our Daddy
And let him go free!

Just bring us our Daddy
Your deeds we’ll forgive,
Return our dear Daddy and
We’ll live and let live.

A round of applause for our poets!

You guys rock!!

As a Potomac-virgin
and newbie, I confess
I don't understand all
the unhappiness.

I've been to shows in FL
outside in December.
The mud, sweat, and tears
I shudder to remember.

But in good sportsmanship
attitude, I complied
with the spirit of the moment
and all it implied.

So, my calender is marked
with the auspicious dates.
And, for me, tis a time
that I simply can't wait

To bring all my stuff;
dogs, crates, and spouse in tow
To Fredericksburg, MD
in April '09, we will go.

We will walk back and forth
from car to ringside
To fetch water, food, dogs
and don't forget the wine.

So for all you show-goers;
newbies and oldies alike,
Let's celebrate the good times
and, over cones, not fight.

One last question to
Travelmeister I offer gladly:
I'm really curious now...
So, just Who is your Daddy?

"So, just Who is your Daddy? "

Daddy Gnome.

'Tis not the Travelmeister
who's by Big Daddy sired.
Rather 'tis the fearsome twosome
Hagas and Knut, and by Gnome, are we fired!

In pursuit of the villain,
the gnomes are indefatigable.
Hagas is honing his skills
while on a sabbatical.

Knut has made mention
of "certain" connections.
Agent Double-Oh-Gnome
has unswerving intentions.

To the villain in question,
Hagas and Knut have presented
Their credentials and swear
They will persevere unrelented.

The Travelmeister is human
100 percent
Not gnomish at all
by genetic descent.

Rather, the T-Meister shares
Our gnomish philosophy
of boundless good will
and generous bonhomie.

The one exception to this
Is when one of our own
Is rudely taken from us
And kidnapped from home.

Is it background you need?
A history you desire?
To fill in the gaps
of this story most dire?

The annals are written.
The deeds far from comical.
The history exists in
Our accurate Chronicle.

You all are invited
Whether human or gnome
To join in the quest
To bring Big Dady home.

Come out, Oh Come out!
Hagas, wherever you may be.
And embellish the saga
of our kidnapped Daddee!

ooops...make that Daddy.

I wish I had the kind of time you all seem to have,
so clever and witty, and not ever sh@#@#!! More power
to you, please do not stop, for if you did I believe
our jaws would collectively DROP!!!

So, Knut, weave me a story
and tell me a tale
of dognapping and thievery
and deeds unforgiveable.

I'm sorry to say
to the Chronicle I have no claim
So research is beyond
this gnewbies game.

While gossip I abhor
and will turn a deaf ear
A tale of injustice
I will certainly hear

And pledge my alliance
to a cause so just
and assist in returning
a dog to home, I must.

So I plead to you, Knut
and Hagas, whoever you are
Don't leave us suspended
Lay your souls bare!

Big Daddy's a gnome.
The head of our clan.
He's no more a dog
Than I am a man.

Its a case of gnome-napping
of which we protest.
The dogs are all well
And content in their nest.

Since you have asked
The story will unfold.
Just don't be frightened of
Those misdeeds of old.

Brother Hagas, chime in.
We miss ya, you know.
Join in the retelling
of the crime, blow by blow.

He's been so very busy
our dear old brother Hagas.
Training in the martial arts
'Cause he's such a badass.

To confront the perp
The next time we meet.
To bring back our Daddy
by the application of "heat"

And so forth and so on
and with no further ado.
We'll dust off the Chronicles,
and tell the tale anew.

Oh, I'm so excited
I clap my hands with glee
to hear the ancient tale
from Knut and his colleague

Allow me to pour a glass
of wine and sit quietly at your feet
while you share this tale of woe
and injustice to be defeated

Talk on, oh Knut,
Let the halls of justice tremble
While this story of misfortune
unfolds from one so humble.

But I fear we have stolen
the true meaning of this thread
Unless this tale includes Potomac
and Labradors, show-bred.

So tell me, o weaver of
ancient tales, so sad but true
Have we angled off the beaten path
and now we must be through

with this line of questioning
and answering verse by verse?
And return to the great Potomac
where the stories are more...
well-rehearsed?

I sprang fully formed
From the Michelin Guide,
My Daddy is Fodor,
Mom's his sweet trip-tik bride.

I was named at Westminster
According to lore,
On my 50th birthday
In 2004.

That I love to travel,
I am rarely alone,
With dog friends and foodies
It's a fact that's well known.

No, I wasn't born gnomish,
Just their humanoid pal,
A peace-loving, shrimp-o-phile,
Word-rhyming gal.

Let's ditch this tomfoolery
And be of good cheer,
We can always resume it
March 1st of next year.

Right now there are matters
Of more serious note,
Debates and campaigns,
Pay attention, and vote!

Our country's divided
In red and blue zones,
And here we are fussing
Over parking and cones!

Off my soap box I'm leaping,
Back to subject at hand:
We are Lab friends and colleagues
Looking toward Maryland.

Grab your favorite beverage,
Raise a glass and say "Cheers!"
Here's to the Potomac,
May it flourish for years!

Very good one

The Chronicles are hefty.
A burden most weighty,
Relating the story
Of an action most naughty.

Big Daddy was taken
Many years ago.
Stolen from the clan
At a Specialty show.

The perp has been charged.
Gnome-knapping’s a serious misdeed!
The trick is to catch the thief,
Lassoed, shackled, or treed.

Each year in April
We continue our quest
At our home ground in Frederick
Where our chances are best.

The excitement starts early.
Potomac is coming!
Hoping and planning for
Entries mind numbing!

Along with the entries
Another mission is clear
The rescue of Big Daddy,
Our gnome leader most dear.

So, round up a posse
Send out the hounds.
In finding our Daddy
There must be no bounds.

Potomac is coming
And with it a crowd.
Of dog show enthusiasts
Most jolly and loud.

Hidden away
In someone’s stowed gear
Must be a clue to our
Own Daddy dear.

No matter how long,
No matter how far.
Find him we must,
We’ll search every car.

Hagas and Knut
Our heroes most brave
Are hot on the trail
Of that dastardly knave

Who stole our dear Daddy
Those long months ago,
And has yet to confess
To his actions so low.

The show will be noisy
With cheer, bark and growl.
While in the confusion,
The gnomes, they will prowl.

So check out the shadows
In hours of gloaming.
That’s a grand time
For gnomes to go gnoming.

Potomac is coming!
Yes, this is true.
And a bevy of gnomefolk
Is waiting for you!

This saga is lengthy,
Each day a cliffhanger.
We know that the show
Will be a Whizz-Banger!

Have a great time
And be of good cheer.
We make it a promise
To be there each year.

evidence .....

My Labradors Hate Gnomes Just like there owners. The last Gnomes My labradors seen they eat them like a Bully Stick! and I enjoyed watching so for those who have similar thoughts, there will be a No Gnome Zone at Potomac write for details.

The Holidays are past
The New Year has come
Maryland is calling,
the Potomac glistens in the sun.

Markers already stationed
to save parking so precious and few.
Enthusiasts check bank balances
and make lists of things to do

Before packing the car and
heading towards the East
To seek the great rewards
of Men, Women, and their beasts.

Ah, but a mystery silently beckons
to those who would heed the call
to find the missing Gnome Daddy
and bring justice for once and for all.

So, sharpen your pens before
you load up and head out
This Potomac promises to be
The Best, without a doubt!