Cara has come up with a contest involving knitting and Haiku. Genius, really. What’s more zen than knitting? Someone should write a book . . .
The best I could come up with, following her rules, was:
Dude, that fey pirate
rocks my socks — hey, it’s Johnny!
Plunder my booty!
It’s possible I could have come up with some knee-slapper given enough time but how could I pass up an homage to the single most beautiful man on the planet?
Wouldn’t it be totally cool to win some fine yarn? Hmmm, I have bunches of yarn El Hubbo is always complaining about — and why shouldn’t he? It’s not like we have unlimited space on a 37-ft boat — maybe I’ll come up with a contest myself! I’m probably getting a little ahead of myself. People need to know this blog exists before I start running contests nobody enters.