Reposting this in honor of Dr. Seuss' Birthday today, from when I first wrote it in April 2013.
Since then I've seen my poem shared all over Facebook and Pinterest, and even changed to "knit" by a couple knitters who recited it at a PJ Party at a Stitches a few years ago... although I thought that was pretty funny that they didn't realize you can't just replace a 2-syllable word (cro-chet) with a 1-syllable word (knit) throughout a poem - totally ruins the pentameter and rhythm. "Eat them" simply cannot be replaced by "knit", but "cro-chet" fits perfectly!
As I spend every waking moment with yarn in hand, madly working on the samples for my next book, this little poem has been forming in my brain. I thought it was time to type it out and share. Every one of the places included are ones where I have in fact crocheted (most within the past week!).
Where is the strangest place you have ever crocheted?