Sewing Basket Case

How often you held me at needlepoint!

Snipping and clipping to cut me down

Each piercing criticism a prick

In your porcupine-like gown.

I’m done with being your pincushion;

I like the shape that I’m in.

Look in the mirror, because I’m out

And you’re on your own again

Now I use an iron-on applique

To repair the holes in my heart –

Have to keep the heat and pressure on

So I don’t fall apart;

I close my wounds with superglue

And I cut my bangs with a knife

And I buy new balls when I find them flat –

You’ve put me off sewing supplies for life.