Vinyl bright, wipe-clean tea cloths of names,

women in technicolour dresses,

arms soft and round and brown,

a basketful of fruit for you,

a promise in a full red lip and white, wet teeth.

Oh how mis-named

for seal grey bullets

smaller than a trawler.

Like tiny things

upon a board of battleships.

Just 2 squares,

just 2 co-ordinates

and you'd be lost.

sailing small

on a vast frozen ocean,

gun metal grey

like the bobbing toy above.

We have a model in the middle room,

you can see the gun he manned,

it's housed in glass

on blue green white tipped plasticine.