Friday, December 14, 2007
I knit in some fairisle, just under the cuff,
the sock needed something, and I had the stuff.
I really had fun with my two-handed dance,
Mixing the yarns so, and taking a chance.
How could I forget that the sock that I knit,
Would be so darn tight that it just wouldn't fit!
I was nearing the toe part when the thought crossed my mind,
why I'd try on the sock, our feet are the same kind.
I knew in a twinkiling I felt my heart drop
the sock was so tight, it was just a big flop.
I quietly frooged the second try stocking,
I am such a foolish one, my thoughts were all blocking.
Can I bear to cast-on again, 10 nights from the eve,
a hat would be easy, nothing with sleeves,
The holiday gift knit, may not come to be,
my knit heart is shrinking, for you all to see.
Oh the stupid mistakes I make take out my steam
I'm going to sleep on it, maybe to dream.
With some chunky warm yarn, I could whip up a drumpet
I could knit it right up to the top of Mount Crumpet.......