She learned to quilt on Monday...Her stitches all were fine.
She forgot to make the dinner...So we all went out to dine
She quilted minatures on Tuesday...She says they are a must.
They really were quilte lovely...but she forgot to dust
On Wednesday it was a sampler...she says stippling's fun.
What highlights what shadows!...but the laundry wasn't done
Nine patches were on Thursday...green, yellow, blue and red
I guess she really was engrossed...she never made the bed
It was wall hangings on Friday...in colors she adores.
It never bothered her at all...that crumbs were on the floors.
I found a maid on Saturday...my week is now complete.
My wife can quilt the hours away...the house will still be neat.
Well, now it's only Sunday... I think I'm about to wilt
I cursed, I raved I ranted...cause the maid has learned to QUILT. Poem from "The Quilter's Quarters.
Remember: Cooking is for those who don't know how to Sew. (Fat Quarter Factory
Thank you all ffor explaining what a Benito box was.