'Twas the night before
MadnessWhen all through the lands
The needles were quiet
While we laid rest our hands
The yarn was 'a waiting
And so too the lap
While we tried to breathe deep
And perhaps take a nap
The stockings we'd finished
Were all put away
For a new pair would come
As we start a new day
So, to all who are waiting
With your bated breath
Better get your rest now dears,
I'll knit 'till my death!
(muah ha ha ha....!)
Sent out in good fun to all my fellow Sock Madness knitters. Good luck tomorrow!
7 comments:
You are a poet!!!! So awesome!!! Good luck on your sockies, and don't blog until THEY'RE DONE!!!:):):)
LMAO! that is great!
I think you are taking this a little to serious. You are really starting to scare me!
Fantastic! Standing ovation! I'm waiting (im)patiently by my e mail for the new pattern right now...
Good luck!
lol, great poem Cindy. Good luck!!
That's great!
Cindy,
I just heard about your poem.
That is too funny!
I love it!
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