"My Wife the Needleweaver"

Poem about the art of Needleweaving

"My Wife the Needleweaver"

My wife has found an art

She truly does enjoy
It is called "Needleweaving"

 It really can annoy

   So many beads and threads

All over the place,
I know she is "addicted"

I can see it on her face

She is really dedicated

Even making beads of clay
Wow! Now she wants to go

On a bead buying holiday

Oh! for all her artistic effort

She is certainly underpaid
She even hoards her money

For beads custom-made

All her other crafts

Packed away elsewhere,
  A sign on the studio door

"Needleweaver at Work, BEWARE"

She weaves with migraines

I know that she's not able
She keeps "Needleweaving"

With her head upon the table

Now designing a new pattern

Much to her delight
  She planing another creation

Until she gets it right

The addiction to this art

Can be a distraction.
Since my wife can "Needeweave"

I don't get much action!

Here's to her tedious undertaking

And this art called "Needleweaving"
I'd be happy if we could be alone

Just once again this evening

Ginger Sizemore