The Amazing Lace Challenge 3

Your challenge: One poem, written by, for, or about your lace teammate

The sob story of Chris and the Fish Shawl - in limerick

There once was a design from Nantucket
Who sat in a bag shaped like a bucket
No knitting was done
The fish was having no fun
So he jumped and was flushed down the toliet

There once was a yarn from Vancover
Who had one to many meetings with the Hoover
"If I get sucked into that vac
because of that crazy old hack
my days as a potential shawl are over"

There once was a girl from New Jersey
Who's self confidence was shaken and woozy
Misreading her pattern
caused her deep concern
So she frogged it and started Cozy