On Top of Mount Wooly
On top of Mount Wooly
All covered with sheep
I lost my sock needle
Getting out of my Jeep
*
It rolled off my lap
And onto the floor
And then my poor needle
Rolled right out the door
*
It rolled to the pasture
And under a fence
Then under the hooves
Of a ruminant defense
*
I howled in frustration
I stamped and I stormed
Then I ran from the ruminants
So I wouldn’t get horned
*
I went back to the car
And took up my sock
With only four needles
I could still make it work [Brooklyn accent here]
*
Driving away from Mount Wooly
I began to regroup
And vowed that next time
I’d try Magic Loop
All She Wants To Do Is Knit 
Tell me you wrote this. I. am. dying.
I certainly did.
Today’s been a day for poetry. I also wrote a haiku about a house fly caught in my storm window.
Absolutely brilliant! 🙂
dying! Just fantastic!
Thanks.
Totally love this!
Hahaha! You should always use the magic loop when possible!
Love it!!
So funny! Well done! I’m glad you still have enough needles to knit with!
Funny! Well done -I like it.
Fantastic!
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I love this poem. It is brilliant, and a cheerful little Jacob Sheep to greet me in the morning is just what I needed. I popped a link to this on my blog this morning 🙂 because it made me smile.
Thanks. So glad I made you smile. I had a poetry attack yesterday and just had to get it out. 🙂
Fabulous!
Wonderful!
ROFLMAO — too, too funny! Love it!
I really did laugh out loud reading this. Brilliant!
Fun!
I looked everywhere for the sock needle I lost. My husband looked under the bed; I moved the chairs and baskets to look under and behind them….I gave up and hunted down another needle to use. When I started knitting again, I reached up to push my hair out of my eyes and found the needle–stuck in my hair!
Hah. I’ve done that. Or similar. Stuck I to my sweater.
Absolutely hilarious! I’m on the treadmill trying to leave you this comment and trying to not laugh so hard I fall off.
My poetry isn’t supposed to hurt. Be careful 🙂
I can so identify. I was already down to four needles when, without setting my knitting down, I went to check on my grandchildren playing in another room and a needle dropped out of my sock and fell down the floor grate to the furnace. I don’t think there’s a good method for knitting a sock with three DP needles. I hope the other set I found in the stash are the same size.
Oh dear. I probably have some needles in the furnace too.
lol … 4 out of 5 needles ain’t bad 😉 so I pinned it! ❤
teehee…well done! following your blog now too. 😉
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