Ode to the Red House two squares too far to the right

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

Poop.