I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...
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Perhaps the banana flavour came from all the monkeys he possibly ate, do you think?
I have been known to buy cakes and pop them on a paper plate with glad wrap and pretend I made them for the cake stall at school!!! hehehe
BAH!
I am sure Henry must have enjoyed his day at the table.
Luv to him and Ezra.
Sorry Kris for assuming that it was only a female that could make such a glorious work of art! I dips me lid to you!
And I still think you are extremely talented Jen.
The teeth are quartered white jelly beans. The claws halved black jelly beans and the spikes on the back are trimmed spearmint leaves (lollies, not the real thing).
Better than my Elmo cake last year though!
I guessed marshmallows but wasnt sure about other ""body parts"",
;-)