When I was a little girl, I learned how to knit,

Taught by my grandma when by her knee I did sit;

First with two needles, I learned how to cast on,

Knit one and Pearl one, oh dash, now I’ve dropped one!

Soon I was busy, knitting clothes for my dolly,

Experimenting with two colours or more, oh what folly,

It was all of a tangle, but I had to succeed,

Dolly needs a jumper, of Fair-Isle, not Tweed!

Soon I had mastered two pins, then went on

To four pins, and gloves, oops – six fingers is wrong;

Now I am grown up, a great grandma myself,

I still knit for dolly’s and new baby’s as well;

My husband keeps asking me, over and over

To knit him a woolly, sleeveless pullover,

I don’t see the point, for he’s never cold,

To make him a garment for his wardrobe to hold;

The man is so hot blooded, that if he did dare,

On a cold winters’ morning, he’d walk the streets, bare!

Jackie S Brooks ©
24 July 2003