A needle (or two –
if you are a knitter).
An hour or ten –
you aren’t a quitter!
A scarf, a hat,
a loverly shawl,
mittens & sweaters –
imagine them all.
In front of the TV.
On your lunch break at work.
While your children are sleeping.
Till you come to with a jerk.
Everyone you know
is covered head to toe.
Sigh.
Maybe…
Your nephew’s girlfriend’s mother
could use a scarf.
This is one addicted knitter! Enjoyed the humor in your poem.
ReplyDeleteWhen I told you I'd accept anything you were willing to knit for me I was wrong; please don't knit me one of these.
ReplyDeleteThe encore is quite funny, I missed it the first time around...I think.
ReplyDelete:)
ReplyDeleteSo good to see you getting carried away!
And no one knows, tiddley-pom, how cold my toes, tiddley-pom, are growing. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeing a knitter, I am giving you a super high five on this one!!!
ReplyDeleteWas this the prototype for those lap blankets with sleeves? ;)
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I loved it! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteFabulous!
ReplyDeleteThe picture has me boggled, but the poem is superb accompaniment!
ReplyDeleteAhh, addictions. I know them well you funny girl. Nice laugh here this morning.
ReplyDeleteAh, a perfect fit!
ReplyDeleteHey I want one of those cute hats you make!
ReplyDeleteI so identify with the sentiments! Hehehe!
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