The Hydrophile

  My grandfather lived for his water:
  He just couldn't swallow enough.
  As he said to my mother (his daughter),
  "I'll tell you what, this is the stuff."

  He wouldn't care where it had sprung from -
  The bottle, the river, the tap;
  In fact, it might just have been wrung from
  A raincoat, the careless old chap.

  Alcohol - nothing was plainer -
  He saw as the source of much grief,
  And the story of Jesus at Cana
  Offended his deepest belief.

  "Water's our major component,"
  He told any listener, intent:
  He spoke as its major exponent,
  And he was one hundred per cent.

  One night he fell into a river:
  The papers announced he had drowned,
  But in fact (and it still makes me shiver)
  The truth was, he couldn't be found.
 

       

From the book Rime Present