The Haberdasher

My Human Haberdashery
Is a truly marvelous chap-
He trims loose ends
Makes do and mends,
And all without mishap.

My human haberdashery
Is always close at hand-
Without his skill
And kind goodwill
This life I could not stand.

But then one day, disaster struck!
Whilst tying off a knot-
With awful luck
He did get stuck
And break free he could not.

You see, my friends, I had no choice
But his needle to retrieve-
And continue to sew
The poor fellow
To line the inside of my sleeve.