With some skeins even hidden underneath our bed,
If my husband finds those, i’ll surely be dead;
I’m knitting a sweater, some socks and a hat,
On circular needles, size 0! How’s that!?

I go away that weekend, leaving hubby at home
visiting friends in virginia, that’s where i roam
But on saturday morning, he woke to a clatter
he sprang from the bed, to see what was the matter.

A noise from the closet, that’s what he heard
it wasn’t a mouse, nor a cat nor a bird.

he opened that door, quick as a flash
and was buried beneath Denise’s secret yarn stash.
he shouted and cursed and called them by name
damn campari and jitterbug, you’re all to blame!

With yarn stuck to his clothes, hanging from ears and his chin
he looked all around and didn’t know where to begin.
Wollmeise was piled high all over the floor
he just shook his head and walked to the door.

…………………….

And the need to always have something on the needles is not an addiction—it is a natural state of being!