The fateful fable of 13

Burning the midnight oil, Penelope sewed curtains fit for a Queen,
Plucking needles from her eye, she embroidered fabric like a dream,
But floating through the window fluttered an odd looking fly,
Though the insect was dead it somehow landed in her eye,
Blinded by the fly, Penelope snagged her patchwork dress,
Got dragged through the machine and was stitched up quite a mess,
An unfortunate end to the seamstress, death by needle and thread,
And from the commotion a giant cottonreel fled...


Matthew Roby at The Platform Gallery, Clitheroe.