I thought I would knit a fine sweater,
with ribbons and buttons and bows.
Reading the pattern so carefully,
checking the stitches and rows.
It took me so long to complete it,
so proud of this smart knitted piece.
A gift would be great, in time for the date,
as a birthday surprise for my Niece.
But alas when she tried on her present,
with patience she tried to look right.
I'd not made the neck hole correctly,
My word, it really looked tight.
She squeezed herself into it some how,
Her face looked a light shade of red.
The sleeves were to long, something was wrong,
You could only see half of her head.
I don't think I'll try and make presents,
Round the shops I think it should be.
Perhaps if I started the fashion,
My sweaters on sale they would be.
