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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