Blocking Wires: A Sonnet

Blocking Wires: A Sonnet

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee to the length and breadth and height
My shawl can reach, when feeling out of sorts
For the ends of weaving and ideal lace.

I loathe thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet knit, by sun and Ott light.

I loathe thee freely, as I insert Right;
I loathe thee purely, as I pin Crazed.

I loathe with a passion put to use
In my old steeks, and with my many mistakes.
I loathe thee with loathing I seemed to fuse
With my dropped stitches, I loathe thee rending
Sweaters, socks, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but loathe thee better after bending.


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