There once was a man who never wanted to look
At the startling sight of a babbling brook,
So he cut his own eyes
And found to surprise
That he could still hear the fresh water.
There once was a man who never wanted to hear
The sound of a stream flowing ever so near,
And he knew what to do,
He gouged his ears too!
But he could still feel the fresh water.
There once was a man who wished not to feel
The smoothness of liquid that was slick as an eel,
And so he planned
To cut off his own hands,
So he did, but he could still smell the fresh water.
There once was a man who did not want to smell
The clarity of water, though he couldn’t tell
Whereabouts were his nose,
And after it was disposed,
The man could still taste the fresh water.
There once was a man who did not want taste
The cold and clear water, so he continued with haste
To get rid of his tongue,
But now food was no fun,
But finally the man was rid of the water.
Ever since that day, the man could say with pride,
That he could not sense a river, nor brook nor a tide,
But people just laugh and say while amused,
“If you hated it so much, you could’ve just moved.”
*Edit: I think this still answers the prompt, as it is the story of a man who had an experience, and will *never* have anything to do with it ever again.