Day: February 25, 2015

Aside

With great anticipation
I boarded the plane
Getting out of this snow
Was the name of the game

Clutched in my hand
Was my yarn in a bag
The people who want socks
Are beginning to nag

I’ve been knitting a while
And I was almost done
But finishing en route
Just isn’t as fun

The last thing to do
To finish the toe
Is the Kitchener stitch
As any knitter knows

A proper sock bind off
Is a bit of a trick
Tricky, not hard
If you make the rules stick

A little concentration
And “Wham, Bam” you’re done
I took a deep breath
I could so get this one

Things were going just fine
My mind was at ease
And that’s when it happened
As quick as you please

My lovely little needle
Flew far from my hand
I wanted to scream
“Oh where will it land?”

With a clink and a clatter
It fell to the floor
I tried valiantly to reach it
But it was mine no more

Even upon landing
I looked to no avail
Five needles, now four
It’s quite a sad tale

And if by some chance
While traveling by plane
You’re stabbed by a sock needle
I’m SO not to blame

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