I went to the Yarn Harlot's blog and fell in love with the sheep and composed this...
I'm just so full of myself I could burp me!
I like that sheep.
That sheep likes me.
We experience synergy.
It's short lived.
He's no fool.
He knows all
I want is wool.
I like that sheep.
This we know.
Because he's made of Me-ri-no.
Thank you sheep
Who eats and spits.
You make it possible to knit.
The End
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2 comments:
oh my. I think you've officially lost it. I loved the Mer-in-o bit. I think you should stick to knitting the stuff. JK!
I loved your poem.
It's really cool.
I'd do a sampler
of it in crewel.
And who would love it?
Why, the ewe'll.
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