This is a poem that reference an election gone wrong and the current state of our country.

The retirement Village where I live was making “teddies for tragedies”. The idea is that when children are ill or lonely, a teddy is given to them which they keep.
The teddies knitted have to conform to a set pattern so that one child’s teddy is no better than another’s. The only variation is the colours chosen by the knitter. I have never knitted therefore had to learn.