Hoppo Bumpo (n): A children's game. Played by folding one's arms and hopping on one leg. Aim is to bump opponents, so that they lose their balance. Last person standing wins.

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


  1. The more I eat your blog, the more I look forward to meeting you in a couple of weeks.

  2. Oh so true! I think you should write a poetry book for crafters.

  3. Oh dear, bad day at the sewing machine? I hope you and your bobbin make up soon. (Can't live with them and all that....)

  4. I was so excited when I saw that there was Hoppo Bumpo poetry - some of you best!

  5. Fantastic verse! You should submit it to a sewing magazine.

  6. Ha! Thats a classic... i totally understand the sewing till the end only to find that half the time your bobbin had run out..

  7. Yes Curlypops! A poetry book!
    Love it!

  8. This is so funny, and so true! I can totally relate :)

  9. I'm looking forward to the poems category (in your links) expanding!


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