gives the same gifts every year --
a scarf? again? oh, thanks, Arachne --
not so good for Christmas cheer.
But think about Arachne's problem:
all that thread builds up, unused,
but spun to yarn, could turn to afghans,
cozys, scarves, and sweaters, too.
What would you do, were you Arachne,
your keester, ceaseless, spewing line?
Set out trotlines on the river?
Make a giant ball of twine?
Arachne, bless her, does one better:
she made Narcissus flashy togs,
knit some lovely Christmas sweaters
for Atalanta's hunting dogs.
But for her curse, unwanted presents
proved an ineffective salve --
for me, now? Really? Thanks, Arachne --
oh, lovely. Socks. You shouldn't have.