Plea to Gauge

[mizzadamz]

Gauge;

Gauge thou art a fickle mistress
For no rhyme, nor reason whilst thou bond with me.
Tricks of the trade, tools and gadgets all fail.
I am a slave to thy whim.

My stitches are neat and even,
They span for miles.
Knit and Purl, Twist and Loop
Forward or Backward
I am a slave to thy whim.

My fibre is fresh and lofty,
From Cloven Beast to Long Grass
Taken and shorn, spun and plyed
Aran to Fingering
I am a slave to thy whim.

My needles are pointed,
and some are even square.
Wood and Metal, Casein and Resin
Straight or circular
I am a slave to thy whim.

I have washed and blocked
I have pinned and tucked
And I count
Oh how I count
I am a slave to thy whim.

Mistress Gauge,
please let me walk by thy side.
My sleeves have been far too long for far too long.
My socks too loose to bear.
I am not the height of a giant,
Nor have I the girth of the world.
Mistress Gauge I pray to thee
Let me walk by thy side.

~Mizz Adamz Sept 2013