2021 Knit Lit Literary Challenge

That girl from Nantucket could knit.
She made all her outfits by kit.
She had so much Yarn
It would fill up a barn
And her house had no place she could sit.

There once was a cranky old knitter,
Who could never make anything fit her.
I’m making a top
And I will not stop.
Because no one respects a quitter!

There once was a woman named Purl
Who was quite a remarkable girl.
She always did knit
While doing a split.
Just the thought makes me want to hurl!

There was a middle age lady from Harwich
Who needed to know how to knit-stitch.
Though she couldn’t see well
No one could tell
As she formed a fun group called Knit-Lit(ch)

There once was a woman who knit
It was her new way to stay fit
Yarn and needles galore
Covid burnout no more
Her Afghans and socks a big hit!

I really do love to knit
At times I just want to quit
The rhythm is relaxing
But sometimes it’s taxing
Fingers crossed my sweater will fit!

“Off to the yarn store” I said
Luscious yarns danced in my head
For an afghan, a sweater, a shawl
I plan to make them all
But I’ll be knitting till after I’m dead!

THERE ONCE WAS A LADY FROM HARWICH
WHO KNITTED WHEN EATING A SANDWICH
WHILE FILLING HER TUMMY
THE SCARF BECAME CRUMBY
SO SHE THREW THE WHOLE MESS IN THE GARBAGE

Mittens and scarves, a sweater or vest
A blanket to snuggle when you curl up to rest
A Grandma who can knit
All these goodies that fit
Is a gift from above, at best!

There once was a person who knit(ted)
Despite being duly committed
For DPN shish kabob and yarn bomb explosions
The jury said “never acquitted.”

On Nantucket there once was a girl
Who loved yarn-overs, cables and purl.
She bought colors galore
From the local yarn store
And knit up a shawl with a swirl.

There once was a woman who knit
With yarn; she used every bit.
She always checked gauge.
It was all the rage.
The result? Her sweaters all fit!

FOR A BABY SO SWEET AND SO CLEAN
KNIT A SWEATER OF YELLOW AND GREEN
BUT MY FINGERS  WERE SLOW
SO THE WORK DID NOT GROW
OOPS, THE CHILD IS NOW SEVENTEEN

There was once a woman who knit(ted)
A snug mask for her face that was fitted;
She made it her mission to knit with the vision
That Covid would never be transmitted.