Ode to a Knitting Project that Just Won’t End

Project , Oh Project

Project, oh project, I hate you, you stink

I wish I could wash you away in the sink.

If only a bomb would explode you to bits

Project, oh project, you’re giving me fits.

I’d rather take baths with a steek-ripping shark,

Or shear a woolly mammoth, alone in the dark.

Eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines,

Than tackle this shawl, with a boring design.

Project, oh project, you’re last on my list,

If you weren’t a gift, you wouldn’t even exist.

If I could just bind you off, it would tickle me pink.

Project, oh project, I hate you, you stink.

A shameless ripoff of a poem I memorized in childhood. Poet unknown. Maybe Shel Silverstein or Jack Prelutsky?


    • Was yours intended to be a gift too? Honestly, if this project wasn’t a gift it would have been frogged long ago. I can think of so many more rewarding uses for this yarn, which I actually like a lot.

      • It actually wasn’t. I just really liked the yarn because it was so soft and fuzzy, different from other yarns I had. I never frogged it because I didn’t know what else to do with it (it was so different). I grew to hate that orange ball of fuzz and even shoved the green lot I have to the bottom of one of my bins so I don’t have to look at that type of yarn either. I vowed that when I eventually do pull it back out, I’m using larger needles to get it done faster.

      • I’ve got some green boucle yarn like that in my stash. It’s awful and acrylicky, but I really like the color. Never seen anything like it.

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