my limited patiance when it comes to sewing.


Damn you needle[ this poem IS NOT about drugs]

Damn you needle,
you love to prick my finger to try and make it bleed.

Darn!
now my bloody thread's broken[again].

Really how am I suppose to sew,
with thread that keeps breaking
and a sharp needle,
that my poor, bloody finger
keeps finding the tip of?

God how I hate sewing!

Better pack it all away..

...before I murder what it is i'm trying to sew.

21/01/06



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-01-21 at 09:43

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weirdzarun
Woah... the message is so deifinite and powerful. I love it! A very, very good job!
2006-12-30


Celtic boy
I don't know if you meant it like this, but it had me in stitches!
I cannot sew at all, despite my mum trying to teach me for when I leave for university!
2006-01-23


Marie
Hehe! A poem about the horrors of sewing! lol. It works, it works. Keep practicing (sewing), I'm sure you'll get better!
2006-01-21