Kate's knitted tampon holder
seems to have been mislaid.
Last seen resting,
quietly guarding its hoard,
with an edging of brown
it's lost in this town-
forty quarters reward!
With apologies to A. A. Milne and the third stanza of his poem, "Disobedience", my favorite poem from childhood.
Sigh. Better get knitting.
seems to have been mislaid.
Last seen resting,
quietly guarding its hoard,
with an edging of brown
it's lost in this town-
forty quarters reward!
With apologies to A. A. Milne and the third stanza of his poem, "Disobedience", my favorite poem from childhood.
Sigh. Better get knitting.
2 comments:
Maybe it wandered into the refrigerator, mistaking cheese sticks for its normal cargo.
I am a bit late with the condolences. Has it shown up yet? It was a fine little tampon case.
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