Innocent little ladies, or so they seemed

uncorking mouths to let sins out.

Knit One, Purl Two

Knitting virgin white sweaters

to cover their blackened souls.

For all the members of this sordid group

had pasts which they kept cloaked inside.

The knitting needles had sharpened points -

Becky had used one to do her lover in

a spiked stab to the base of the neck

nary a mark left to detect cause of death.

Knit One Purl Two

The things that they knit were sturdy and sure

but the violations they had committed

began to unravel as their tales spilled out

couldn’t keep secrets of which they were proud.

Anna bragged that she had tightened a scarf

around the neck of her husband who had cheated

dumped him in sinking sand never to be found.

“That scoundrel left me!” she cried out to her friends

Knit One Purl Two

Black wooly socks were soaked in poison by Lila

absorbed through the skin by her father

death blamed on heart attack by doctors

all his fault because he had molested her.

His passing gave her great deal of satisfaction.

Knit One Purl Two

All of the women in the dark knitting group

shared their stories but knit themselves

into a corner when one too many

losses occurred and it sounded like a yarn -

wool knitting pulled over detective’s eyes.

The evil little group now continues together

wearing striped uniforms in prison confines.

Knit One Purl Two

Clickity Clack Clickity Clack,

She has a knack,

The Toothless Crone,

She heads the pack.

Clickity Clack Clickity Clack

There is one on the sack,

White haired squint,

Sinister Eyes,

Watching on the sly.

Clickity Clack Clickity Clack,

The Curvy Back,

Knitting murderous mufflers,

Found in dead men's shack,

Clickity Clack Clickity Clack

The Croaky Widow,

Knitting red cloaks,

White wool in fresh blood she soaks.

Clickity Clack Clickity Clack,

Vulnerable Pussies knitting a stack,

Lifeless bodies around the town,

No witness sees them 

Leave the Shack!