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
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.