Vest of Tears

By the shores of Gitchee Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Wore the sweater-vest of Nokomis,
Wearer of the vest, Nokomis.
Dark behind it rose the Horror,
Clicked the black and gloomy crochet hook,
Hooked the vest with beads upon it;
Bright before it strained the Eyeballs,
Strained the poor old tortured Eyeballs,
Beaten expectations of good Fashion.