I signed up for a sock war,
Not knowing what to do.
"C'mon, join up, and try it,"
cried the 'sockies.' (Oh THEY knew).
So armed with yarn and needles,
And some lessons (one or two),
I cast on all my stitches,
And prayed I'd make it through.
I knitted thru the zig-zags,
And turned the heel to strive,
For the glory - a beginner!
A week! I'm still alive!!
Two weeks flew by and there at last,
I learned to close a toe.
Cast on the next, begin again -
I wish I weren't so slow!
My stitches had stopped twisting,
And the length began to grow,
When suddenly on Thursday,
Came the quick and silent blow.
"This can't be!" I filled with dread.
"By now I've been forgotten.
I'm on a roll, I'm speeding up-
I'm done? Well that's just rotten."
It's not so bad, this state of 'death,'
They're soft, my favorite shade.
They fit like gloves and show the skill,
Of the knitter by whom they were made.
My 'estate' has been entailed away.
I hope they find their end.
And fear not you assassins -
I'll be back to knit again!!
Last rites - Thursday, February 21 at 7:52PM.
Thank you Pam, for sending in such a lovely poem. I hear that the socks and their packaging are truly killer. (Ha, ha, - cracking myself up here.) Pam promises to bring them by the shop so I can get a picture.
Jennifer also sent in details of her demise at the hands of Caitlin.
"As I approached my door last night, a feeling of dread washed over me when I discovered that my mailman had to prop a shovel up against my door to keep the killer package contained!
....and I could see why. The blood-red socks were crawling out of the package to attack me; apparently they interpreted the authorities' Wanted poster about the Mad Knitter as meaning "Wanted Dead or Alive!" I was dead before I even made it through the door....
...and yet, how could I be sad, with a lovely pair of red socks (which reminded me that my beloved Red Sox start playing very soon!) and an adorable Della Q project bag to comfort me!
(not to mention a couple of very entertaining poems from my multi-talented ASSOXIN)"
The amazing Caitlin whipped out these socks in just a couple days. She had no socks from which to start because Jennifer's original assassin had "misfired" and sent Jennifer's original death to the wrong address. That meant Jennifer survived - until Caitlin came along.
"Roses are red, violets are blue,
I'm still in this race and after you.
My next victim was saved by a knitter's remiss,
who sent my next socks to who know's address.
Be careful, dear knitters, my pain's not yet bad
My fingers are blistered but this war's not yet had."
Beware - Caitlin is still armed with needles, and considered very dangerous!