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Alainya in a corner learning to knit,Author's Notes
Getting crosser and crosser at each tiny stitch.
She measures her knitting at the end of each row,
And folds her lips tightly at how slow the rows grow.
She knits as neat as she can, but wrestles with pride,
Her fine even stitching will not show outside.
She would knit a fine hat but that's not to be.
The fate of her knitting is to soak up a babe's pee!
The pouch down the middle will be stuffed with fine moss.
At the very thought Alainya's face is so cross.
With a soft cloth to line it and buttoned above,
A clean comfy baby will be wrapped up in love!
Alainya humphs and grumbles and scuffs with her feet,
For no-one will see her stitching so neat!
This was written as part of the Torn World Muse Fusion Event on March 16th 2010. Written in response to a prompt from Toni Sturtevant.
I remembered my grandmother telling me about being made to knit dishcloths at school, and wondered how a child would feel about knitting the item Toni suggested.
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