Sewing Land
She fell asleep at her sewing machine again
Don Tee Oh Tee came along with dribble on his chin
Sure he was wearing his armor it looked rusty too
Nothing about the old guy was interesting or new.
Queen of Sewingville came by showing off green threads for hair
There was a moment of expectation that most of us felt in the air.
Don tee Oh Tee was being ignored by most, but I paid attention.
Wishing it had not been so boring at this quilting convention.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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