Oops

I pulled the little thread

I gave a little tug

My sweater was so warm

It had me feeling snug

The thread was from the knit

I yanked it with a frown

The sweater fray began

And stitches tumbled down.

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At first it was the sleeves

And then it was the back;

I would have fixed it up

But did not have the knack.

And soon it was the front

That simply came undone

And then I lost my arms

They fell off one-by-one!

The next thing that came loose

The next thing that untied

My toes dropped on the floor

And then I bloomin’ cried.

My ears each dangled down

And landed with a plop

When would this shocking dream

At last come to a stop?!

Like poorly knitted socks

My nose slipped off and fell

And then I lost my brows

And eyelashes as well.

I knew at any point

I would soon lose my head—

I wished with all my heart

I had not pulled that thread.

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Thread Image adapted from the original from Deposit Photos © Sonulkaster 2017. Dolls Image from Deposit Photos © UncleDima 2015.

 

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