The Little Gnome

Long ago there was a gnome
Who ate every piece of food in Rome
When he was done, he we home
Skated along the shiny chrome
Thoughts racing through his little dome
When he arrived, he settled into the loam
But not long after, his mouth started to foam

You see, the gnome had rabies
Such a sad, sad disease
Kills many
Killed this gnome
Might kill you

Moral of the story: don't share needles.