Model School Carmarthen
How will I know
When I’ve arrived?
Will there be a sign made from lego?
Will there be rows of toy cars parked outside?
Will the model school be right beside
The model church?
Or opposite the model village shop
With its teeny weeny tins of beans
And tiny packets of coco-pops?
Will all
the (very small) teachers
be made out of plastic?
Will the model school be made of out of modelling clay?
Or hundreds and thousands of matchsticks?
Will the playground be full of toilet-roll tunnels
And pipe-cleaner trees?
Will I have to crawl
through the doors
on my hands and knees?
Will the model children be very quiet indeed
Because
They’ve been stuck down on their model chairs
So they won’t get stolen by model thieves.
And how will I know
When it’s time to go?
It’s no good looking at the cardboard clock
Which always says quarter past three.
Will one of the model children slide off his chair?
Or
Maybe the model teacher will clap her hands;
‘Fair play ’
She’ll say.
‘But that’s quite enough poetry
For one day!’
Jonathan Shipton
3rd March 2008