Ode to My H-Hook

Ode to My H-Hook

By Beverly Witzel

Oh, with joy I love to crochet!

That is why I do it each day.

I crochet at home and afar,

I even crochet in our car.

H-hook has been my tool of choice,

I only wish it had a voice.

If it could talk, I'm sure it would tell,

Where I should look to see where it fell.

For my dilemma seems to be,

My H-hook gets away from me.

Whenever I have to set it aside,

My naughty H-hook always tries to hide.

Larry and I must search our car,

Even when we did not drive far.

How the strain shows on our faces

As we search its hiding places.

H-hook has hidden on the floor,

Even found it next to the door.

It has gone down the side of my seat.

H-hook has hidden under my feet.

Searching for H-hook has gotten old.

Once it was found in my project's fold!

Can't count all the times H-hook's been bought new, 

for when it gets lost what else can we do!

We have decided H-hook has its own mind,

Making it most difficult for us to find.

Not using H-hook might be the best,

Finally giving Larry a rest.

Maybe a doily project, I'll do

Using the friendlier hook, number 2!

On our next road trip, I'll not take a hook!

Instead I will try just reading a book!

So H-hook you have been my good friend.

But in our car the friendship must end.

Thank you, Larry, for searching when I was in a bind,

Now a book on the floor will be easier to find!

~ Poem by Beverly Witzel ~

My husband always tells me, 

"You can never have too many H-hooks!"

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