Exactly one hundred sixty-three years
Before my father's birth James Woodforde
Gave his sister Jenny four hundred needles,
Four papers of pins and two steel-top thimbles.
Such facts come by from time to time
Thinking I might make some use of them.
If only whoever told me this had gone on
To say Jenny had used her needles to sew
Pockets in shrouds and her pins to torture
Wax figures of her unfortunate lovers
We'd have a poem. As it is, I can only thuink
Four hundred sounds like a lot of needles.
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