• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 11
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Or a Boy Sitting on a Rock

A mandarin, a lump of black
and what looks like a bent bar
of blue plasticine®...
got a wee bit squashed
in the Christmas stocking.
I guess the coal or lignite
or meteorite or whatever
is for luck – getting ready in advance
for Hogmanay – whoopee!
But the mandarin or tangerine or satsuma;
that's just plain silly;
I'll put it back in the fruit bowl
with the others.
But what I'm really looking forward to
is getting my fingers on that blue
and the smell of the pliable camels and puppies
I shall make.
But mummy says I can't start
on that model project yet.
She's an artist.
She wants to contemplate it first.