January 20, 2009
Ode to my bobbin
By Hoppo Bumpo
You've seen me through each elated high
And every ghastly low;
But little circular companion
Should I see you as friend or foe?
At first methinks ... friend, of course!
Your tireless work, so great.
Spinning, spinning, all a-twirl,
Interlocking so very straight.
Yet, there's a hint of something bad;
Occasionally some depraved angles.
How is it that when you're with your mates
All that thread unfurls and tangles?
And do you remember when you tricked me?
I thought the machine was spent
I dis-assembled all components
Only to find it was you that was bent
Then there's the times I sew and sew
Until there is no seam left
When I find to great annoyance
That you've been spinning completely bereft?
Bobbin, bobbin I need you so
Without you I cannot work;
But frankly its a love-hate thing.
The reality is ... you're a jerk