Birth of The Grudge Between The Liquids

Once ago, all natural elements were friends:
Sharing together time and lovely trends:
Plastics, pails, rivers, oceans and fruit.
Yams, pumpkins, were all bound by truth.

But one day...

Their sprouted an impromptu meeting,
Whose urgency hit if not all but few patience:
Barging into their privacy,
Denying them of their freedom.
And all agreed to go: Even to the hall of the meeting.

'The meeting was about
the new revolution,
Which will their affairs proffer solutions.
And we all by pairs will we depart,
For some to gather tools and other wits for the revolution.

And so did they departed in pairs:
The baskets and the liquids, a pair.

So were they swallowed in the journey:
Even the spell of the revolution bewitched them.

The liquids were held by the baskets,
And now to change the order, the liquids refused.
So did the weight of the liquids weaken the baskets
that even their garments torn:
And so did the nakedness of the liquids show-
Even their nakedness torn the basket's garments.
And the grudge was born!

Adeyemi Joshua