|Image courtesy of Tess at Magpie Tales|
She likes to try the latest crazes,
Her efforts sometimes do amaze us.
She determined the craft of knitting to master,
The result, I’m afraid, was a woolly disaster.
She isn’t a very clever girl,
She knitted when it should have been purl.
At the sleeve she forgot to count the rows,
And only stopped when it reached her toes.
The other arm was far too wide,
As she found when she pushed her head inside.
Exhausted at last she needed a drink,
And sat for a while in order to think.
Completely swaddled in pink cashmere,
That’s when she had her big idea.
She’d market the garment as a Onesie-Knit,
For monopods, to buy as a kit!
|From The Nuremberg Chronicles courtesy of Wikipedia|
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