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Model Boat
larrylark

Glue spun between fingers
 1
attached the final funnel.
 2
Six hundred pieces some so small,
 3
you had to muddle across
 4
the glass topped table
 5
to find them all.
 6
 
 
Ease it onto its plinth.
 7
You’ve come to the end of the labyrinth
 8
as it stands, prow jutting,
 9
six inches from the bottom of the tub.
 10
All is good as you pump water in
 11
from your hydro electrified water pistol.
 12
 
 
You're such a little squirt,
 13
flirting with your big boat.
 14
Take it to the public baths, just for a joke,
 15
and give us all a laugh
 16
by letting it float straight down the plug hole.
 17

10 May 13

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i love this darling piece of reminiscence.

line 13 'you're' ;)
 — jenakajoffer

*sigh, it's always you isn't it, mr birdlark

:)
 — jenakajoffer

Yes here i am again, wrestling with my plasticine model of Brigette Bardot  among the flower beds and garden gnomes Jena

Larry WWF Lark

PS I love you and thanks for the spot
 — larrylark

don't forget the slugs.  i bet Brigette doesn't like them either.

i love 'plug hole', that's awesome.

and so are you <3
 — jenakajoffer

I never forget the slugs for it would be fatal so to do

Larry slug fest Lark
 — larrylark

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