For those who built models <br />when we were a kid. <br />Remember all the enjoyment we had <br />putting all the pieces together. <br />Then we grew up to build bigger models, <br />wardrobes, cabinets and things. <br />Fun they look until <br />you take out the instructions, <br />only to find they are in a foreign language. <br />Something that you cannot understand. <br />Now if you get over that hurdle, <br />there is still more to come. <br />Before too long you are scratching your head again. <br />The possibilities are endless here. <br />You have a piece that is missing <br />or something that will not fit. <br />If your one of the lucky ones, <br />someone has put in some extras, <br />or have you missed something out somewhere? <br />It is back to the instruction, <br />the ones that you cannot read. <br />No definitely, you have some bits over, <br />but what do you do with them? <br />A couple of nails or screws you do not mind, <br />but when it is enough to build <br />whole thing all over again. <br />It is then you want to find a corner to sit in <br />and have a darn good cry. <br />Oh, the joys of flat packing, <br />it will get you every time. <br /> <br /> <br />(22 July 2007)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joys-of-flat-packing-fun-poem-33/
