Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXVI

Someone made the mistake of buying me a magnetic poetry kit when I was in high school. I think it was Mrs. F. While it was a lovely and thoughtful gift, certainly, it also lead to things like this:

Beneath a purple sky, my sordid ship departs.
Sing a symphony to the moon when I leave, and please.
Remember to water the roses.

Here's Volume XXV.