Midnight Muse

T'was the night before Rhinebeck, and in Lilith's lair,
The poor tired knitter was pulling her hair.
So many projects to work on and show,
Which ones to bring? She just didn't know.
Two pretty tank tops, one not yet done?
That beautiful knee sock, just barely begun?
Greenery 2, almost complete?
A dark red sock, un peu trop petite?
At last, with a sigh, she picked out the best,
and crawled off to bed, a little less stressed.

See y'all there!