Kids today, I have to say,
Are latched onto their screens
And spend more time than I on rhyme,
No matter what their means.
My grandkid’s friend, at school day’s end,
Came over for a while.
They ate and talked but mostly gawked
At sites that did beguile.
The sunny day lured them to play
Out in the grassy yard
‘Til boredom hit, so in a bit,
They played the hungry card.
A little snack, but then a lack
Of things to do set in.
Some board games? No! With spirits low,
The kvetching could begin.
Until my son got the job done,
Producing what he knew
Could save the day, some brand-new clay -
Wow, something cool to do!
Ideas took hold, they squished and rolled,
Creating works of art,
With smiles of pride that couldn’t hide
What screens cannot impart.
I'm always surprised to know "It's here!"
That is: the arrival of the New Year.
So many projects just sitting undone
There was plenty of time for, when 1st begun
I know I've put many models out on display
Yet my 'started' Group has NOT gone away
They spill out of various crannies and nooks
As do so many of partly-read books
The kits were each given a vigorous start
But bogged down against some obstreperous part
I say to myself: "Be of good cheer --
You have ahead of you a whole New Year!"
The days are shorter: dark, cold, dim...
We will not venture out on whim...
Fortunately our stash is still there
For easy access from our favorite chair
Making virtue of inclement climate
Suggests a suitable assignment:
Dig out that lot of builds unfinished
Each set aside when lust diminished
Kits bought and started in joyful pride
Which faded... kits then set aside.
If now completed, for Show-and-Tell table
They'll justify and make us able
to claim Christmas wishes are just so
we realize now our stash is low.
Santa balks at being asked to bring you even more of
things you now have too many or too much of
Meanwhile we must organize
December 9th: prioritize!
Making contributions to not just be passive guest
But add to bounty at our meeting:
SUGARFEST!
Bad scripts need work, develop plot
With strong clean dialogue
That is hot
Memorized lines acting poetic
Trying to be the
Heroic
Character playing a role
Moving in the show
For the gold
Since when reels unspool
Cinema is cool
Sergey knew whatever she did would photograph well,
So he let her wander away the autumn day,
Following her, clicking photos
Her innocent look went along well with her
Come hither hazel eyes,
Her dark hair, such a contrast to her ebony face
She was one of the best models he had seen.
Young, a tad insecure, having no idea how beautiful she was.
He liked these the best.
Sculptor finger rakes
Creamy hands clone clay Egos
Warehouse reprisals
Sure is a lovely day
And I'm happy, by the way
God modeling His clay!
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