Thursday, September 24, 2015

By Hand - A Poem

Richard Hoaks refused to wear any clothes that were not hand knitted.
Hand knitted pants.
Hand knitted shoes.
Hand knitted underpants. 
This caused his mother no end of stress in acquiring enough yarn. 
Eventually she started to make her own from shaving possums, raccoons and skunks.
It turned out Richard was only the second biggest psycho in the household. 
Or so he thought. 
As he scratched his inexplicably itchy scrotum.
It was a nice reprieve from focusing on the bloody stumps that were his feet after the end of soccer season.   

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