Spray, spray, thou garden hose

Spray, spray,
thou impish garden hose
and drench the windshield
of my new red Ferrari.

Thy foam doth cool
the heated engine
Thou art not such a wet rag
as man melancholy.

Thy power is not so keen
at will thou becometh unseen.
Speed is relative; steady state illusory.
So lets go,
let's roar to the uptown Mally
This life,
this life is one big superstore trolley.
              ~ ~

(A take-off on 'Blow, blow thou winter wind' by Shakespeare)

A Magpie Tales prompt