Damn you needle,
you love to prick my finger to try and make it bleed.
Darn!
now my bloody thread's broken [again].
Really,
How am I supposed to sew,
with thread that keeps breaking
and a sharp needle,
that me poor, bleeding finger
keeps finding the tip of?
God! I HATE sewing!
better pack it all away..
...before I murder what it is i'm trying to sew.
21/01/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem