Legend of the Winnie

dear peanut guy,

i like to knit but my friends laughing at me and calling me names like a "winnie" and stuff like that...

~billy from israel

dear billy,

in is said amongst the peanut elders that one day the Winnie will come:

soft shall be his rind,
no seeds beneath its sheen;
tender be the glow from his dialysis machine;
strong shall be his heart
thick shall be his belly;
mustachioed like ol' evangelista toricelli.
"winnie" they shall call him,
"winnie is your name!"
though yarn he knits so skillfully, they'll taunt him just the same.
but when the knitting's over
and the sweater has been made,
the sky shall open up and through it ponies shall cascade.
and each shall bring a taco
with a side of texas chili,
for the sweater-weaving king of peanutopolis, the winnie."

so you see, billy, thy friends are but wastrels in the wind. knit away, young winnie. knit for glory, knit for justice; but knit away.

staunchly,
the peanut guy!