I was given a list of random words and told to produce a poem. This is the result- an odd poem about smoking.

This is an incredible story.

It is breath control. It is a body response.

Through swimming I have found out how to be a worker, what life is and how to set goals. It is the most amazing sport.

Her family disapproved of an early job she had in the big city.

When I started smoking, it was endorsed. Nowadays, it’s condemned.

Vices are vices.