Joys Of Flat Packing (Fun Poem 33)

For those who built models
when we were a kid.
Remember all the enjoyment we had
putting all the pieces together.
Then we grew up to build bigger models,
wardrobes, cabinets and things.
Fun they look until
you take out the instructions,
only to find they are in a foreign language.
Something that you cannot understand.
Now if you get over that hurdle,
there is still more to come.
Before too long you are scratching your head again.
The possibilities are endless here.
You have a piece that is missing
or something that will not fit.
If your one of the lucky ones,
someone has put in some extras,
or have you missed something out somewhere?
It is back to the instruction,
the ones that you cannot read.
No definitely, you have some bits over,
but what do you do with them?
A couple of nails or screws you do not mind,
but when it is enough to build
whole thing all over again.
It is then you want to find a corner to sit in
and have a darn good cry.
Oh, the joys of flat packing,
it will get you every time.

(22 July 2007)

by David Harris

Comments (5)

How beautiful, your words flow with such grace. Andrew x
A circle of life, painted as only YOU seem you know how.What fine words from you again Ernestine.Love Duncan
A lovely tribute to the wonder of gods perfect art Ernestine, Thank you for reminding me, it is all around. Love to you and hubby, 10 from Tai
God has created so much beauty that man can only try to emulate. The wings of a butterfly is but one perfect example. A PERFECT poem! Brian
A beautiful mini-sonnet. Into my collection of treasured writing it goes! With warmth, Gina.