One stitch, two stitch, three stitch, four,
And after that there's many more,
That go into this quilt of mine,
With colors rich, it's fabric fine,
Five stitch, six stitch, seven and eight,
Keep that line of stitches straight!
Neatness is important here,
Jack Frost this quilt quite soon will fear,
Nine stitch, ten sitch, now we're done,
We went to bed late and rose with the sun,
Now this quilt is ready to go,
And shield us from cold winter's snow.
2 comments:
I like that poem. I posted something new. Nothing terribly brilliant but all the same its something.
Is that my poem? Can I claim it as the poem you wrote for me? Please?
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