Auntie Elsie, a knitting spree,
Bought a knitting pattern.
By mistake, the cover fake,
A teddy with a hat on.
Clickety-clicks, her knitting sticks,
Wool: red, white and blue.
Had an idea, something queer,
As she was half-way through.
Such little ted, with tiny head,
To fit this funny hat.
Just an inch, and at a pinch,
Would fit the whiskers on a cat.
Six inch through, red, white and blue,
Tubular French tricolour.
Elsie pondered, strangely wondered,
What the heck she’d use it for?
So asked Rosy; perhaps a cosy,
Warm sausage rolls, was told.
And thoughts did linger, upon a finger,
Protector from the cold.
This wasn’t right; a frosty night,
In bed, cold with Uncle Willy.
As with luck, a thought was struck,
Though sounded rather silly.
A man-size one, to slip on,
Cold Willy for a bit.
And Uncle Willy, no longer chilly,
‘Willy Warmer’, she called it!
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