I whipped up the following haikus for a Spin-Off contest:
Feel the Summer sun
Slipping soft through my fingers
Becoming Fall warmth
And for the lighter side :) ...
Wild fuzzy mohair
Blends with silk, just a touch of
These follow a spur-of-the-moment response to Franklin's limerick post:
There once was a knitter named Sharon
Used a hat to hold down the hair on
The top of her head
When she got out of bed
She knit them of wool and of Orlon.
Well... except that I wouldn't really use Orlon. But hey, I needed a rhyme and completed the whole thing in about 10 seconds.