Cleaning out the bobbin

I sat in the box room. I'd had quite a scare.
My machine was not happy, it growled like a bear.
I could tell it was sick, it acted so mean.
The noises it made sound like a bad dream.
The stitches it sewed looked like snakes in a blender.
What should I do? Where I could send her?


Inside the handbook, I discovered the cause.
It's simple maintainence! Cleaning is one of the laws.
So using the tools that came in the box,
I removed the cover and there was a shock.
I'd been a bad sewer, I've not taken care
Of my most prized possession (besides King of this lair).


Cleaning out the bobbin

The inside looked like it was stuffed with a poodle,
Threads and fuzzies, the whole kit-n-kaboodle!
No wonder she shuttered and snuffled and wheezed
She needed a cleaning, she was not pleased!
Using the brush, some tweezers and prayer
I took it all out, till nothing was there.


Then with a soft cloth, I thought I would polish
But found there was still, more muck to abolish!
Finally though, she was all spic and span.
We now quietly sew and her sewing is grand.