A Woollen Ball.

A Woollen Ball.

A woollen ball,

Which my mother kept for knitting,

Became my playball.

I even attempted knitting,

Until it was a mess.

I had to call out to Ma-“Ma please help.”

Ma didn’t scold me,

But disentangled the woollen mess,

And afterwards she made a beautiful sweater out of it.

Adios!

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