Drying My Urchin Poem by Sebastian Seal

My urchin had been out in the cold, wet rain,
He needed to be warmed and dried.

I gave him a rub with a teatowel,
But he got friction burns and cried.

So I had a go with a hair dryer,
But the draught made him roll and slide.

Then I thought of the microwave,
In which food is cooked and fried.

I popped him in for an hour and half,
After which he exploded far and wide.

He's rather ungrateful for my efforts,
But at least I can say that I tried!