Bubbles For Spirit Levels Poem by Bryan Sefton

Your face had shown no laughter
After you gave me the order
And off I went like a whippet
Skipping on my errand
'The bubble in the spirit levels bust
Just nip down and get another
No bother, off I went
The afternoon spent
Content on the river bank
Turning the bubble over in my hand
And the sun laughing his way across the sky
At my audacity

'That's not a bubble! That's a marble
And where the hell've you been all afternoon? '
I smiled, 'the bubble's in the marble
They're a marvel the man said
The new unbreakable ones
'And how am I to get the bubble
From the marble to the level'
I kept my face dead pan
'You're the skilled man
I'm just the stupid apprentice'