I wish I'd never started.
I'm certain there's no end.
This never-ending ball of yarn
will drive me round the bend.
Thought I'd knit a simple scarf
and that's where I went wrong.
This never-ending ball of yarn
goes on and on and on...
I sat down as a young girl
and now I'm Grandma's age.
This never-ending ball of yarn
has got me in a rage!
It's clear I will remain here
another 50-years.
This never-ending ball of yarn
is bringing me to tears.
I've got 'woolies' of the brain.
My hands are dry and chapped.
The needles keep on poking me.
My patience? Well, it's...SNAPPED!
I know when I am beaten.
This battle I won't win.
This never-ending ball of yarn
is going in the bin.
Poem ©2014 Meagan Munroe
Illustration © 2014 Loretta Schauer
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