THERE SHE WAS ALL NEEDLES AND SHEARS

LACE AND FABRICS RIGHT UP TO HER EARS

SHE WORKED ALL NIGHT THROUGH CANDLE LIT DARK

SNIPPING AWAY UNTIL THE CALL OF THE LARK

SNORTING UP SUBSTANCES TO KEEP HER AWAKE

SHE STARTED TO QUIVER THEN BEGAN TO SHAKE

HER FACE TURNED PALE, A GHOSTLY WHITE

SHE SET FIRE TO THE SOFA TO GIVE HER SOME LIGHT

SHE STARTED TO DRIBBLE THEN STARTED TO DROOL

A LENGTH OF YARN WAS PULLED FROM A SPOOL

HER EYES WENT OPAQUE THEN TURNED BLOOD RED

BUGGER THIS , SHE SAID, I’M OFF TO BED.