She thought of herself as a champion knitter
Moving those needles while a rocking chair sitter
The rest of the patients would observe with awe
Couldn’t believe the knitting speed they saw
One old man volunteered to hold
The ball of yarn, he was brave and bold
To be so near those flying needles
It was hard to keep up, his fingers feeble.
When suddenly she let out a scream
“I see a loophole in my pattern scheme!”
Her face turned rather ugly with chide
Looked at her helper and kicked him aside
“Now look what you’ve done! I see a mistake!”
Her voice made the helper shiver and shake
“I should have known better, than using a prole!”
The helper slunk away, muttering a word, “a–h—“.