The Ballad of Beanie the Pincushion, a poem

Beanie was a pincushion, but that’s not how it starts.

He began his life made up of lots of little parts.

First there was a piece of cloth, just a little scrap.

It came from a ragged blanket that would barely cover your lap.

Another scrap was salvaged from a well worn pair of jeans.

They belonged to cousin Phil until he bent over and burst a seam.

The next was from Aunt Marianne, a bit of her finest dress.

She wore it to a barbeque that ended in quite a mess.

Then Grandma’s scarf, Herman’s tie, and Gramps’ old grey vest,

And Jimmy’s shirt, with Suzy’s sock, created quite a little scrap nest.

This bundle was gathered carefully by our dear old Auntie Jane.

She pinned them together bit by bit, no two being quite the same.

She stitched them lovingly together, stuffed it nice and round,

and finished with her finest ribbon, the nicest one in town.

Behold a brand new pincushion ready to do it’s job.

Made with scraps of life, and a little bit of love.

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Happy Halloween

What a Treat

Halloween is here with trick-or-treating tonight.
So I’ll tell you the story of a man named Dwight.

Dwight’s fondest wish was to give out some treats
that would be the best most brilliant on his street.

He would fill his bowl with all sorts of goodies galore
that would leave the children begging for more.

He went in search for them, the best he could find.
With the sweetest and sugary-est, surely he’d shine.

And with his bowl full of crunchies, he set his place near the door,
Set ready to welcome the trick-or-treating hoard.

First came one ghost, then a princess and such.
Seeing the bowl, they made such a fuss.

Until a vampire shouted from up the way
which made the children scurry away.

Apparently Mrs. Johnson from up the street
was giving out apples and Oh! what a treat!

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T’was the Day of Christmas

T’was the exact day of Christmas, and all through the house,

Every creature was stirred up and mucking about.

The stockings once hung, but not anymore.

They’re tossed with shredded wrappings all over the floor.

The children are wide-eyed and shrieking with glee.

The adults are stumbling, still half asleep.

They rip through all the gifts in ten seconds or so,

Burying everyone in bright torn paper and bows.

One got a doll, but not the right one.

She wanted the pink one, the blue one’s no fun.

The second got such a loud toy, he loves it ever so much.

It doesn’t have an off switch, mom says “thanks a bunch”.

Third is the baby, but he’s growing so quick.

Too bad all the clothes he got already don't fit.

Mom is a little fed up with this “festive” sight,

Luckily someone crafted a gift for her that was just right.

A handmade eye mask to block out the view,

It will keep her content for an hour or two.

By then her mood will improve, she’ll be brimming with cheer.

Wishing all a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.

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Another Tribute

“M”ore of it ends up on my hands then on my project.

“O”pen easily, it certainly doesn’t.

“D”on’t ask me how to keep it from sticking.

“P”lease let it stop dripping,

“O”n the floor or on my chair,

“D”own my shirt and in my hair.

“G”ot it finally on all right.

“E”verything now has turned out right.

 

I was inspired to write this when my jar of Mod Podge glued itself closed.  I had to get my “little” brother to open it.

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My Favorite Sewing Tool?

Tribute to my Sewing Machine

To my dear friend on the craft table, what can I say about you?

The way that dealing with the “tension” makes me wish I had somebody new.

Your too complicated when I don’t need you to be, and too simple when I need much more.

Exciting when your well running, but otherwise you’re such a bore.

You clam up when I least expect it and snap my every last thread,

but when I truly have had it up to here with you, you turn out to be a gem.

 

Update: For those who are curious, my sewing machine is the Brother LS 30.  Very basic, both in function and thankfully price, and still running after nearly 10 years.

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