For once, no problem missing school:
warm, sunny day and clear blue sky;
my painting easel on the lawn -
Thank you God, for yellow jaundice!
First time I've painted from a print -
Picture Post's of The Queen Mary.
First also Double Elephant.*
The painting takes all day.
My younger brother, home from school,
sees the paint-stained water jar
and slurps its contents at the drying ship.
She's sunk! he cries, triumphantly.
* A large paper size.
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