The Warrior Knitters =D

I was litterally sitting in the Williamses den and was writing poetry to pass the time. So, I wrote a poem about Mrs. Williams and Mom knitting on the couch beside me. That last bit is accurate to reality =D

I lounged inside the Willie Den
And couldn’t help but giggle when
My mommy and the Willie dame
Would speak—they sounded just the same.

Their needles danced within their hands
And followed each of their commands,
As they talked of this and that
Behind a bit of chocolate.

And though an earthquake came
And shook the house in which they sat
They chatted just the speedy same
And asked to pass the chocolate.

And when I cowered behind a chair
Because of lightning everywhere
They lost a stitch and complained to me:
“The storm makes it too dark to see!”

A great, fierce monster charged on through
And reached his hand to eat me threw.
They knit him a pretty scarf of baige
And sent him on his bewildered way.

As I, in awe, gawked and gaped
And asked how they could be so brave
They made another lovely stitch
And said, “It’s just the chocolate.”

And when I read them this good rhyme
They laughed until they were cryin'.
Passing the tissues to the right,
They blew their noses in unison.

=D <3