Gneil the Gnome: the Haiku Years

Okay, this story gets stranger by the minute. My dentist writes of his purloined gnome:

small man with red hat
taken from his nature trail
doesn't that just suck.

So his brother (I think) writes a rejoinder haiku:

Nut case, DDS
Gnome with red hat is his life
That and floss, of course.

Callously, I find myself hoping for the prolonged
absence of the gnome.

I'm holding out for iambic pentameter.