I hate to write poetry

When I was young
I was given a model Sopwith Camel
In a cardboard box, brand new,
Just bits and pieces of plastic
To paint and glue together.
The glue got me higher than a flying ace.
 
That plane - about the size
Of a hamster- was a beauty.
I put it on my dresser
In front of the sailing ships,
Battleships and destroyers.
Years later I got drunk
And busted them all to smithereens.

How I hate to write free verse now.

-- Samuel Vargo