Before the month ends, it is my honour and great pleasure to announce the winner of the frog competition. I don't know what Kiki22 was on at the time, but her poetic skills certainly kick a*s.
Es ist schon ein Weilchen her, als ich Euch einen Frosch im Tausch gegen eine Spruch angeboten habe. Nun ist der Termin schon längst verstrichen, die Jüry hat getagt und ich sollte doch den berühmten Umschlag aufmachen und endlich verraten, wer den Frosch gewonnen hat. Kiki22 hatte uns spontan dieses inspirierte Gedicht gezaubert:
Here's what she had to say:
Two wee crocheted froggies, lounging on a rod,
saw a tasty morsel, their sad heads began to nod.
said the green frog to the other
(who despite it's looks, was not his mother)
"she's left us here, tied to this pole with not so much a titbit
we could have a yummy feast.....if only we could ribbit!" (frogging - geddit?)
saw a tasty morsel, their sad heads began to nod.
said the green frog to the other
(who despite it's looks, was not his mother)
"she's left us here, tied to this pole with not so much a titbit
we could have a yummy feast.....if only we could ribbit!" (frogging - geddit?)
All her own work, apparently. Truely inspired. One little froggie goes to the lady with the muse.
Ich glaube, Ihr stimmt mir zu: dieses Gedicht ist mindestens einen gehäkelten Frosch wert, wenn nicht mehr.
As a consolation prize for everyone else, here's a lovely little story about crazypants knitting. (Well I never - an anchor cosy! Who comes up with these ideas?!?)
Und für alle anderen als Trostpreis, diese fast so niedliche Geschichte über den Woll-Wahn. Also wirklich, ein gestrickter Anker-Schoner. Wer denkt sich SO was aus?
