The Man who Hated Streams

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.”

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/07/daily-prompt-never-2/

 

 

 

*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.

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