August #13

In which the author is very, very clever.

I am clever,
she said to herself,
as she cleaned her room.
I am very clever,
she said to herself,
as she put her yarn away
somewhere she would find it later.
I am so clever,
she said to herself,
as she cast on with the same yarn
a portion of the hidden ball.
I am extremely clever,
she thought to herself,
as she ran out of yarn,
because she knew she had plenty.
I am so clever,
she sighed after tearing her room apart
(twice)
I am so clever
that I have forgotten
where I have cleverly hidden
this yarn.