The K Poem

My sister’s name is Karyn
Knitting from a basket
Entered in a country fair
Blue ribbons
Sinkered in her hair.

Kittens are around her
Although grown up in age
Feline fur is stuck to her
And cannot fly away.

Karyn works inside the forest
A knapsack on her face loop
Filled with keepsakes from the woods
Kamacites carried back loop

To her desk within the compound
Her knowledge is commanding
Holding kindred spirit with the
Kingdom of the King,
Atheist open loop
Notwithstanding.

A kemp to the nature
A kaleidoscope of creatures
creating green stitch density
Cool sister, Kyrie prostatévo and
the draw-off karyotype anew

Keek inside the keyhole
At the work she has completed
Her steadfast knell outlook
Silenced kept with knotted face
To kindly kwell her knowledge