Never say never

I thought that I would never see

a Clapotis Number three

but one should know by age 40

that to say “never” is rather naughty.

Although I have no intentions of casting on

the Ubiquitous pattern that some frown upon

Life has a way of casting gems

In the form of lovely friends

Into my path when least expected

One such friend must have detected

That behind my Ode sadness lurked

For my own Clap that didn’t work

She cast on a Clap with nary a word

And today I received my Own Clap, the Third

You can imagine my surprise and glee

To have delivered a HUGE box addressed to ME

I opened it with such a grin

I NEVER expected to see within

that box a lovely Clapotis

One knitted so beautifully and JUST FOR ME

Oh Joy! Oh Glee! I have my own

And joy oh joy I don’t have to groan

About the endless rows of stocking stitch

With a little drop here and there to bewitch

Thank you Nat, enough words can’t be found

to say how happily my Clap is wound

around my neck. A lovely hand-knit just for me

My Very own Knitting Natty Clapotis (No 3)

1. Clap, 2. Clap, 3. Clap, 4. Clap

(How did you know that a cold snap appeared today and I have it wound around my neck keeping me warm?) MWAH!