Surface Tension Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A rubber duck, of colour pink
was having fun inside a sink.
The water was enriched with soap
which was suspended by a rope.

The sink was near a pane of glass
and through this window waved green grass.
Outside, a Real duck was thinking
that living birds would all be sinking

and fade into a new dimension
because they need their surface tension.
Had he been tempted with an itch
to go inside the house to switch

his place with that pink phony duck.....
his intellect now brought him luck.
So, you can see, my little kiddoes,
and bachelors and lonely widows,

it pays to learn, and he, who thinks
can stay away from soapy sinks.