What should I title a story about cotton?

Fluff to fiber or: how threadbare is my life?

Peter Cotton’s Tale

Gin: Not just for drinking anymore.

Balls to Blouses.

I am Joe’s tighty whiteys.

The Thread of Life

The Life and Times Mr. Cotton

Gin and Wear It

Before I was a hank of thread, I was a ball of fluff.
They put me through a cotton gin, to pull out all the guff.
They yanked me and they spun me, and stuck me on a spindle,
And now a machine is weaving me with shuttle quick and nimble.
I’ve literally been through the mill, talk about noisy, jeez!
And all for what? I ask you. I part of a bloody sleeve!
I guess that I should not compain, I could be over there.
And wound up on the inside of some moron’s underwear!

Natural Selection lol

See No Weevil

“Don’t Tell Me No Cotton-Pickin’ Story!”

Fluffy-how it all began