My fingers were flying I thought I was fine
That's when I noticed something amiss with the line
The stitches were even, the colour divine
Yet something was wrong still with my design
Oh no thought I, it can't be, what to do?
My time is so short, my free moments so few
My babes need feeding, bathing and more
The paperwork glares at me there through the door
What a waste, what to do?
Will anyone notice if I just fudge a few?
Yes, I will notice it, for sure most true
Now my language turns the air blue.
So tonight my dear friends I join in the group
My scissors in hand to make right my kafloop