Polly's patchwork--oh, dear me!-- <br />Truly is a sight to see. <br />Rumpled, crumpled, soiled, and frayed-- <br />Will the quilt be ever made? <br />See the stitches yawning wide-- <br />Can it be that Polly _tried_? <br /> <br />Some are right and some are wrong, <br />Some too short and some too long, <br />Some too loose and some too tight; <br />Grimy smudges on the white, <br />And a tiny spot of red, <br />Where poor Polly's finger bled. <br />Strange such pretty, dainty blocks-- <br />Bits of Polly's summer frocks-- <br />Should have proved so hard to sew, <br />And the cause of so much woe! <br /> <br />One day it was _very_ hot, <br />And the thread got in a knot, <br />Drew the seam up in a heap-- <br />Polly calmly fell asleep. <br />Then she had a lovely dream; <br />Straight and even was the seam, <br />Pure and spotless was the white; <br />All the blocks were finished quite-- <br />Each joined to another one. <br />Lo, behold! the quilt was done,-- <br />Lined and quilted,--and it seemed <br />To cover Polly as she dreamed!<br /><br />Carolyn Wells<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-dream-5/
