The reluctant knitter

This is a walking poem!

Often on my morning walk I have a poem that creates itself to the rhythm of my steps. Mostly, I forget all about them. Sometimes, not. This is a case of not!

f58755a51af8236e10b86104f00747b0A knitter from Maine

became quite insane,

she cast off her stitches and fled.

She took up crochet,

but try as we may

she wouldn’t get out of her bed.

 

She’s now more relaxed

is coiffured and waxed,

she’s knitting again, thank the Lord.

We’ve put in requests

for scarves and fine vests,

but now she is thoroughly bored!

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