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A lady had a Featherweight,
Back in twenty thousand eight.
It was cute, but I saw no need
So I ignored it, that was sweet.

A few years later, someone said:
I have a black one, it’s not red.
Suddenly I got the itch
I called her up. “Does it stitch?”
Now it’s mine and she’s a beauty
For sewing, she does double duty.
Abigail, that’s her name
Sewing is her claim to fame.

Then last fall a perfect stranger
Asked me if I could arrange her
Grandmother’s sewing machine to take,
Oh, what an easy choice to make.
“What was Grandma’s name?”, I asked her.
“Lillian”, she said. That’s what I’ll call her.

From Chicago came Columbus treadle
Complete with cabinet and needle.

Then my young sewing machine guy
Slipped me two more on the sly.
A Delta Rotary dressed in brown
And a 15-91 with its guard down.

Now wait there are other ones.
Of sewing machines I have tons.
My 301 and of course my White
And I have a serger too, that's right
My Janome and the small SY
Are waiting and I don't know why.
Today I got an Eldredge Two Spool
And a Singer Red Eye with only one spool.

Keeping them was not my plan
Of collecting I am not a fan.
To the Sewing Machine Project they must go.
I just want to keep this one…And this one sews well…..
And this one is so cute..…And this one……….