An Ode To Knitting In Public

I Just can't get enough pictures of Yarn Quest in KALS (oh, by the way that's Knitting: A Love Story not Knit Alongs) so I thought I'd start this with a great picture (well, really not so great picture) of a sweater being hung.  Those ladies are always working!  One of my goals in Traverse City was to knit in public as much as possible.  When I started to write about it, it became "Here's a picture of my knitting at Centre Ice," "Here's a picture of me knitting at Brilliant Books," "Here's a picture of me knitting at Dillinger's."  BORING!!!!  So I decided to write a poem.  The first way may be boring, but this may be horrible.  Who knows?  Here goes. [see I'm warming up to rhyming.]

While in Traverse City, did you really think
I'd be spending all of my time, at the skating rink?
Or did you know me and consider, 
That I might become a public knitter?
I always have something in my purse
Just in case my brain would burst,
From watching multi hours of hockey,
Without the benefit of saki.

So here would be my first knit and eat.
Pulled pork at Ham Bonz is always a treat.
Have you ever paid attention to
How everybody stares at you
As if you were the strangest thing
Because you have two sticks and string.

The next day on to Centre Ice.
Knitting in cool temps always feels nice.
Pull out yarn of any fiber
​It's twice as nice as gagets cyber.

Then on to Brilliant Books a favorite place.
Park bench knitting puts a smile on my face.
A few doors down is What To Wear
A place that gives Dick quite a scare.
It is my favorite boutique shop
For women's clothes, it's hard to stop.

Then off we go to visit the best
The fabulous Mary and favorite Yarn Quest.
I would love to knit as long as I'm able
At the welcoming, friendly Yarn Quest round table.
Unfortunate for me that Dick's in the car
So I guess I will wait to knit in the bar.

On Saturday we always hit Bay View Inn,
To eat a little, knit a little and watch the Spartans win.
I think I'll stop right here before
You decide you can't taken any more.

Well, sorry folks!  I thought I would jazz things up as I told you about my Traverse City knitting in public experience.  I only got through day three and I was ready to say, "Shoot me!"  I also can't stop rhyming in my head!  Maybe that's why there is poetry that doesn't rhyme.  It doesn't drive you crazy.   

One look is worth a 1,000 words.  This is a perfect critique of my rhyming skills.  Sorry.

​I think I will knit for a while to see if I can't make my brain to stop rhyming.  LaLaLaLa!