Knit me a brain!

A tip of the cuttlecap to Shelley of Retrospectacle for reporting on the Museum of Scientifically Accurate Fabric Brain Art

We’ve got sweaters to mend; we’ve got socks we can darn,
So pull up a chair, and I’ll spin you a yarn;
It’s a song with a Scarecrow-of-Oz-like refrain:
Please pick up your needles and knit me a brain!

I’ve knitted my bones, and I’ve knitted my brow,
But I’ve never seen brains knitted—up until now;
With each neural pathway a separate skein,
It’s Art and it’s Science, so knit me a brain!

Two hemispheres knit, and then reaching across ‘em
A beautiful, zippered-up corpus callosum;
Such fine application of knit, purl, and chain,
I want one myself—so please, knit me a brain!

With the brain’s convolutions appropriately gyred
This fabric creation has got me inspired!
My love for this art, I can hardly contain—
So how can I get one? Please knit me a brain!

Some people may tell you I’ve gone ‘round the bend
That the stuff ‘twixt my ears needs some decades to mend.
I could use some new grey-matter; mine’s gone insane,
It would not go to waste, if you’d knit me a brain.

You can see for yourself—why, just look at the time
I must take to obsessively put things to rhyme;
Something’s wrong, and I think that the answer is plain:
I need a replacement—so knit me a brain!


  1. Shelley says

    If I had the skill, I’d knit you one,The endeavor does look lots of fun.I could try my hand at a Cuttlebrain,To keep you from going Cephalo-insane!

  2. says

    What a wonderful thought, but I fear you’re too lateI’m consigned, then, to suffer my cuttlefish fate–Unless I can get a nice brain, made of yarn,Then I’m screwed–because this one won’t work worth a darn!

  3. says

    Of course, Makita!While I am here, I might as well add the other verse I commented on Shelley’s site…I could while away a minuteAnd every second in itIn pleasure, not in pain…Whether wool, flax, or cotton,I would know it wasn’t rottenIf I only had a brain.I’d be happy–even chipper–To know I’ve got a zipperWhere some are cleft in twain.I’d be glad–that’s what I’m saying–If through knitting or crochetingI could only have a brainOh, I… could tell you why…A fella’s brain feels fullI could tell you it is cotton or it’s woolOh, but the truth? You know it’s bull!I could stay here, just a-sittin’Pretending I was knittin’But what would I attain?As a cuttlefish, I’d ratherJust disguise myself in blatherAnd pretend I have a brain…

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