Two projects both alike in dignity
In fair Michigan where we lay our scene
From pattern, needles, and yarn begin
Where lack of planning makes knitting sin.
From forth the fatal mind comes these two foes,
A pair of star-crossed projects stall this night.
These misadventured designs overthrow
All plans and dreams to make them right.
The fearful passage of their impromptu start
And the continuance of their parent's slog,
Which, but their imminent end, naught could remove
Is now five minutes traffice on this blog.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Sincerest apologies to Mr. Shakespeare