Knit club

It started in Betty’s basement letting,
by bulkhead light you could hear them clicking,
increased in number they practiced their knitting.

Once a week she would round up the gang,
every stitch they plotted and planned,
each ball of yarn was wound by hand.

Underground rebels that nobody knows,
seedy markets and tacky craft shows,
sharing needles and quilted throws.

A guerrilla army in camouflage knitwear,
plotted their assault on Trafalgar Square,
cashmere carpet bags to carry their gear.

They used a Code name, called it Fame,
some went by bus some by train,
gentle old ladies are given free rein.

The morning papers said no one had warned us,
the people who did it were known as yarn bombers,
Nelson was pictured in bright pink leg warmers.