The Amicable Knots

The following was written on Oct 29, 2008. A rescued rhyme from my discarded blog.

The Amicable Knots

A knot said to a knot one day,
You're looking awfully loose,
Was that you I saw
With the knot next door
While I talked with the knot on the noose?

The knot replied
Yes.

A pause or two paused
The wind blew by
Blew the knot on the noose
And the knot on the loose
Swung up and thought it could fly.

The knot next door came
Next door for a game
Came next door, came next door
Just to spend

An amicable time
With the knot that could rhyme
And the knot on the noose and
The knot that was loose
And the wind that blew through the chimes.

The four knots ate tea and cereal
And discussed fleas and material
One was itchy and rope
One was made out of soap
One was old and brittle and dry

One was made out of thread
It need hardly be said that
This wasn't the one that goes over the head.

The amicable knots
Talked about poetry and sports
And cows and pots
And whirls and dots
And counted their knots
Till the knot next door
Fell asleep on the floor
While the others came undone
As down went the sun

How many knots left? Said I
It said "One".

J.L.