ODE TO THE WOEFUL SOCK, a Sad Knitter's Tale

I spent Sunday at a party for an elementary teacher my Mom knew from her childhood. The teacher was turning 100, and we drove to my Mom's home town in Pennsylvania for a lovely reunion with friends and cousins. I took my knitting, of course, and was knitting away smugly on my sock when tragedy struck and put me in my place pronto! Here is the story:

Oh, knitting friends, do not forego

A hearing of my tale of woe.

Pride always goes before a fall,

And I was surely full of all!

In awe the people watched me knit,

I didn’t have the heart to quit.

My needles flew, I was impressed,

My stitches looked their very best.

I felt so smug, my sock was great,

Until it met an awful fate!

While compliments just flew about,

I pulled the empty needle out

With such a flourish and a flash,

So full of ME, so bold and brash!

And suddenly, I was a jerk.

I’d pulled the needle from the work!

So there I was, with stitches loose,

Just feeling like a silly goose.

Humility came flooding in,

And all that I could do was grin.

I put my work away in shame,

With some excuse, so very lame!

Now I’m no longer flying high,

My sock’s a mess, but I will try

To fix the tangled sock yarn wreck :(

And keep my arrogance IN CHECK!