The Knitting Fiend

An History of A Knitting Fib Competition
Dedicated to The KC.

She
read
about
poetry
and tested her skill
by trying to write a short Fib.
Her first fib was a flub: Lion is not pronounced line.
Still, she did not think twice. Instead, in a trice, she announced a competition: How nice!

Fibs
were
written
and emailed
by clever knitters
who wished to win two skeins of yarn.
Surely, the winning fib would wow us with its wonders!
Patiently, knitters waited as eight judges pondered to pick the most pleasing poem.

Eight
votes
were cast
and counted.
A winner declared.
When the winning poem was read
the first comment said: ” … do the words count out properly?”
Discerning Wolverina judge Carol answered, “Geez,who has time to count syllables? “

They
failed
to count
syllables
and so selected
a fundamentally flawed fib
with twenty syllables where twenty one were required.
Are you surprised? The fibs were screened by a knitter whose motto is, “Shut up, I’m counting!”

Heed
my
advice:
do listen.
Learn to count to five,
and later, correctly to eight
before trying to judge Fibonacci poetry.
For if you learn after, you’ll listen to laughter when those who Haiku make fun of you!

The Epilogue: