Aside

Lost

With great anticipation
I boarded the plane
Getting out of this snow
Was the name of the game

Clutched in my hand
Was my yarn in a bag
The people who want socks
Are beginning to nag

I’ve been knitting a while
And I was almost done
But finishing en route
Just isn’t as fun

The last thing to do
To finish the toe
Is the Kitchener stitch
As any knitter knows

A proper sock bind off
Is a bit of a trick
Tricky, not hard
If you make the rules stick

A little concentration
And “Wham, Bam” you’re done
I took a deep breath
I could so get this one

Things were going just fine
My mind was at ease
And that’s when it happened
As quick as you please

My lovely little needle
Flew far from my hand
I wanted to scream
“Oh where will it land?”

With a clink and a clatter
It fell to the floor
I tried valiantly to reach it
But it was mine no more

Even upon landing
I looked to no avail
Five needles, now four
It’s quite a sad tale

And if by some chance
While traveling by plane
You’re stabbed by a sock needle
I’m SO not to blame

Aside

Eight Days

I started Poetry two zero one
Thinking it could be lots of fun
But I’ve gotten a cold
And I’m feeling so old
And I long for a glimpse of the sun

Outside the door are piles of snow
But it’s only eight days til I go
Somewhere where it’s hot
It’s a tropical spot
And warm are the breezes that blow

Eight days til I set foot on the plane
Has my planning all been in vain?
And I feel like a jerk
I’ve stayed home work
Waiting for this wheezing to wain

The things on my list must get done
I’ll cross each one off one by one
Though my list is so long,
Worry doesn’t belong
While I’m lying about in the sun