I've crocheted all of the yarn I brought home for break and the rest is at school... Oh, Woe is Me! And thus writing this lament seems the correct and logical thing to do (especially at this time in the morning)
"The Last Thread"
Alas without your warm tangles and gently tug,
I shall never be like a bug in a rug.
The never-ending line has come to a close,
Yet I will see it finished, I suppose.
Not till the end of day,
Will everything be okay.
I recover your brother skein,
They will not be my bane.
With luck and love I will make you comfy,
But that will require a lot of Buffy.
Sitting in the wee hours of the morn',
I crochet this blanket to adorn.
Everyday I slave away,
So it's ready for the holiday.
"The Last Thread"
Alas without your warm tangles and gently tug,
I shall never be like a bug in a rug.
The never-ending line has come to a close,
Yet I will see it finished, I suppose.
Not till the end of day,
Will everything be okay.
I recover your brother skein,
They will not be my bane.
With luck and love I will make you comfy,
But that will require a lot of Buffy.
Sitting in the wee hours of the morn',
I crochet this blanket to adorn.
Everyday I slave away,
So it's ready for the holiday.
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