The silly string dances on the edge of my sweater
Tempting me to yank it, but I should know better
But finally, it fools me; it is rather long.
I don't need to grab scissors. I mean, what could go wrong?
I grab the thread firmly, and I give it a pull,
Then watch in horror as I see my sleeve unspool.
With morbid curiosity, I pull it some more
Wondering what this journey has in store.
When I'm finally finished, my sweater has fled.
I'm left with a nice ball of yarn instead.
– SR Romney 2023
Shame on The Universe 