The Poetry Society
Maybe I should stick to crochet...
Who’d have thought one small sampled square
could cause such stress and despair.
I started with two shades of pink,
on sticks of bamboo,
I started to think
my stitches are tight,
gathered up like a ruffle,
not straight and flat,
I’m getting into a kerfuffle!
Also, I began to distress,
that my background was starting to digress
I would be left with no S to send in
just a slight sss sss sss
full of tight tangles and knots on the back
This is no good
How can one small S get the better of me?!
I am supposed to be a knitter
I want to show off my stitches in their glory
So again, I began
this time from my stash, some sock yarn,
doubled up for the back
in a shade of sky blue
my S would now stand out with its clashing hue
Cast on 60 stitches, on metal this time,
and tried to knit,
to the country I took a retreat
for distractions of the city would not let me sit
In the sun I sat,
in the peace of the surrounding green
I hadn’t a care in the world
and slipped up some stitches
some mistakes I had made had gone unseen
Back to the city, something had changed
my life suddenly felt all over in bits
I concentrated hard to finish my square
but something was not right
I had missed out a whole massive strip somewhere
So now there was no choice but to unravel
and rip back
half way
back down
but at least I haven’t reached the very bottom
Will I be able to make it back up to the top line?
Who knows, I’ll just have to knit it
one stitch at a time.
could cause such stress and despair.
I started with two shades of pink,
on sticks of bamboo,
I started to think
my stitches are tight,
gathered up like a ruffle,
not straight and flat,
I’m getting into a kerfuffle!
Also, I began to distress,
that my background was starting to digress
I would be left with no S to send in
just a slight sss sss sss
full of tight tangles and knots on the back
This is no good
How can one small S get the better of me?!
I am supposed to be a knitter
I want to show off my stitches in their glory
So again, I began
this time from my stash, some sock yarn,
doubled up for the back
in a shade of sky blue
my S would now stand out with its clashing hue
Cast on 60 stitches, on metal this time,
and tried to knit,
to the country I took a retreat
for distractions of the city would not let me sit
In the sun I sat,
in the peace of the surrounding green
I hadn’t a care in the world
and slipped up some stitches
some mistakes I had made had gone unseen
Back to the city, something had changed
my life suddenly felt all over in bits
I concentrated hard to finish my square
but something was not right
I had missed out a whole massive strip somewhere
So now there was no choice but to unravel
and rip back
half way
back down
but at least I haven’t reached the very bottom
Will I be able to make it back up to the top line?
Who knows, I’ll just have to knit it
one stitch at a time.
