Ode To Fall.

Sweet November, I will always remember
It was the month that I learned how to knit

And once I knew how
I sat back and said "wow"
Here's a hobby that I won't quit

I create my own designs
With the least-flattering lines

For the clothes I create
Well, they represent hate
That I feel for my supermodel sisters

Because standing beside them
It's impossible to feel femme
Instead I'm a troll...covered with blisters

Sister Sue is a statuesque beauty
But to me, she's just beyond snooty
With her brilliant green eyes
And flowing blond hair
Sue has style and grace to spare

But if I knit her a gift
She'll be a bit miffed
Because she knows our mom
Will make her wear it

Sue hates her hips
Even though they're mere blips
She thinks that they're wide
So with this skirt I tried
To bulk-up
That stuck-up
Sister of mine

It may be a bit lumpy
And no man will want to humpy
But it's about time
Sue felt a little dumpy
(don't you think)

As for Nadine
She looks like string bean
Well, a bean with exotic allure

So I'll swaddle her frame
With sixty pounds of cottony shame
So she'll regret that time
When she called me Slug Slime
In front of my number one crush

A knitted patchwork coat, it's a good plan
Can I help it if it makes Nadine look like the Michelin Man

As for me, I must go
And get on with the show

I've an awful lot of knitting to do....