Some years ago I formed a group that knitted for charity. One of the ways we stayed in touch was through a newsletter I published each month. I got into the habit of coming up with a knitting limerick for each issue . I know, limericks are the lowest form of poetry, but I thought this one might bring a smile to someone's face as it concerns a problem all knitters have, the family member, usually the husband, who comes in and interrupts you while knitting. Here it is.
Don't bother me sweet 'cause I'm counting
Please, just take a seat 'cause I'm counting
Whatever your fate
It will just have to wait
'Til this row I complete 'cause I'm counting.