Hydrophobia

HYDROPHOBIA Feeling some disconcert As I saw some dirt upon my shirt, I rinsed it out, but all in vain, For one big spot did thus remain. Alas, it had been surely smote By grease from a gravy boat! I now saw I needed attention. To a hostile, phobic tension Between water and oil, Causing grease, to the shirt, to espoil. I had to figure out whether I could get them, as friends, together, For only then, in some way, Could water carry that spot away. Aha!. I found one to clear the weather And get the two together, A cleaning merchant By the name of Alfred D.Turgent Was able to overcome this atrocity Of phobic animosity Allowing the water and grease to elope With the blessings of my good friend soap Leaving my shirt Now free of all dirt! Stan 1/10/14