Straw To Gold

The balls of yarn are all lined up, By color and by weight. The knitters check them out, deciding What they might create - A sweater, scarf or pom-pom hat, A blanket or a vest. Whichever they select I know I'm bound to be impressed. For as in "Rumpelstiltskin" When the straw turns into gold, A skein of wool made wearable's A mystery to behold. I stare at all the choices Though I cannot quite envision The transition, via needles, To the vest of my decision. Still, at last, I make a purchase And, will wonders never cease, Once my aunt performs her magic, I will wear my masterpiece.