Thus, a almost-limeric story about Gnome and Halloween should be even more awesome, yes?
Of course.
There once was a Summon Spirit named Gnome
Lived an isolated life, Temple of Earth was his home
One day he awoke to the sound
Of his gnomelettes running around
Whispering "They've all got candy - we want some!"
"What is this all about?" boomed the mole,
Not wanting all this chatter in his hole.
His tiny 'children' leaped
And in sync, meeped
"It's Halloween, sir, that's what we've been told!"
Our brown fuzzy friend thought a bit,
A thick claw resting on his lip.
What was this 'Halloween?'
It was exciting, it seemed.
They mentioned candy, he'd want a nip.
"Alright, gang," he held up a paw.
"Tell me what's all this fuss you saw."
So the little gnomelettes told the tale
About how children would run around with a pail
And get candy while doing naught.
"Well, that sounds like fun, right?"
The little ones yelled with combined might.
The spirit tapped the ground
With his shovel, it made a booming sound
And declared, "We leave tonight!"
Squealing, the gnomelettes all scattered
The sweet treats were all that mattered.
Their leader, utterly forgotten, was left alone
He scratched his head with a groan
"What have I gotten into?" he muttered.
That night, Gnome was awakened from his usual nap
By the gnomelettes jumping on his lap
"Let's go! Let's go!"
They shouted, poking his nose
He silenced them with an indignant whap.
"Alright!" yawned he
"Goodness! It's so dark I can barely see!"
"It's supposed to be that way!"
The gnomelettes dragged him away
"Trick-or-treating, whee!"
They wombled about the nearby towns
Gathering so many sweets, the author they could drown
After their run, they dumped the candy
In the cave were it'd be handy
And went back for another round.
The sun rose, the end of the holiday
All the children filed away
And somewhere in the great hills
If one dared to venture, will
Find many a sick gnomelette, having eaten too many treats yummay.