An ode to crochet

An ickle poem I wrote about crochet…why? *shrugs* because why not?!


Wool is my favourite,

Wool is my friend,

I’m playing yarn chicken,

Is this the end?!


My stash is my hoard,

My crochet is there,

The wool overflows,

It gets everywhere.


I’ll make you a gift,

If you want it or not,

A shawl or a hat or

A scarf? That’s your lot!


I’ll try not to scream

As I learn how to knit.

I can purl a straight line

And that’s about it!


As I write this I know

You can tell that I’m bored

Think I heard you stop reading

Not sure if you snored.


Ellen x


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