It’s impossibly ugly this sweater

But I wear it each weak,

No matter the weather

It’s been through thick and thin

I’ve had it for the longest time

It was my mothers before mine

And her mother before her

The sweater has been through generations of my family

It’s been knitted and crocheted throughout the years

It’s very near and dear to my heart

People say it’s ugly

And always ask “who made it” in their snarkiest tone

I know it’s ugly

But it’s comfy

And I love it

It has generations of my family love

So no, it’s not ugly it’s special

It’s my special sweater

And I’ll wear it through every weather