As NYE festival time loomed,
A more cliche white girl image I assumed,
No poncho, braids or braces,
And nothing offensive to other races,
Thus my next knitting project bloomed.
My mother and I were committed,
To make flowers both crocheted and knitted,
Through pages of Pinterest we trawled,
With flowers the table was sprawled,
It is one of my greatest triumphs everyone begrudgingly admitted.