The Jumper Poem by Pamela lutwyche

Some people have the knack, everything they seem to do just works out right, other people sometimes have a little trouble doing things they would really like to do.
My mum was one of those people, she was brilliant at knitting squares, when these squares were sewn together they made a lovely blanket and it made the bedroom look all cosy and warm.

She really wanted to knit a jumper for me!
She said to me
“Let’s go and pick the colour wool you would like.”
So,
We went to the shop. I picked purple wool, she bought the wool and she bought a pattern too.
The lady said
“It’s a popular pattern, Very easy to do! ”

My Mum knitted me a jumper; I don’t know what went wrong
Instead of two arms it had three
And the neck was just as long
The bottom came to my feet and it was dragging on the floor
I think I must of cleaned a dozen streets or even, maybe more
Soon a crowd gathered around me and then, they all started to cheer, they all loved my jumper
So, my Mums knitting another one,
Oh dear!