I think Tamara Duvall originally posted this poem
When God made man, He made him out of string
He had a little left, so He left a thing
When God made woman, He made her out of lace
He did not have enough, so He left a space.
Jeanette Fischer, Western Cape, South Africa.
I really need help
I've gots lots of longer poems, Sharon, but this might be short enough for
you
Peacocks and Rainbows
Some people knit wool into blankets.
Some crochet with treble and chain.
Some people cut lovely new fabric
Just to sew it together again.
But me, I like to use bobbins
And weave patterns in
