Poem

 I'm never bored, I'll take my shuttle,

wind it with thread, not being subtle.

Counting, one, two, three, four, five and six.

Some beads are added in the mix.

I make rings and chains all day

with double stitches, all the way.

I add a picot here and there

and sometimes even everywhere

I make doilies, big and small.

Edgings, collars, I make them all.

In only white, or full of color.

When one is done I'll make another.

So stitch after double stitch

some undoing when there's a glitch,

beautiful things come out of my hands.

I am the queen in my tattingland.