| In the late seventies the kid turned nine, Discovered his youth, all things fine, He had creative talent, artistic vision, It started with a snap kit, his decision. It required no paint, required no glue, The pieces fitted together though they were few, Not much of a challenge, he eventually confessed, The kid demanded more, definitely nothing less. Observed the aisle of toys at Target and Woolco, So many kits desired though his weekly allowances low, Purchased the blue Camaro that gleamed with the chrome, Bills and coins vanished, he salivated all the way home. It required the paint, required the glue, He had none of either but he knew what to do, Trekked onward to the corner drug store, Became a kleptomaniac, sucked being poor. |
| Coardboard box emptied onto the carpeted floor, Some pieces already picked from their sprue core, Opened the bag, laid out the instructions, Decal sheet torn, the kid distraught with the conflictions. Constructed the kit, took hours and days, The plastic model could be built in three different ways, Disregarded the stock option, seemed to boring, Chose custom hot rod with the 350 roaring. The Camaro almost finished, anticipation was great, But pieces deformed, incompleted the kits fate, Frustrated and angered through the tears, blood and sweat, Appeared like a heap of junk ,expectations not met. Raging fury launched, the kid became spastic, Used his bare hands, demolished the plastic, Too much time spent, much time wasted, He tried so damn hard, satisfaction not tasted. Shattered to bits, nothing decipherable, Heart pummeled his chest, joy unobtainable, Boiling blood simmered, ended, the unleashed fit, Saved it for another time, on the next model kit. |
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| 1987 photograph of 1975 Camaro manipulated in Adobe Photoshop 4.0 to make a 1976 1/24 model kit from Monogram. |