@RedDeerGuy1 “info on this obscure phobia?”
Browning’s Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister provides a mere morsel of insightful historicity in its mealy-mouthed meandering. For sheer pertinence I muchly prefer:
Obloquy of the Mannish Foister
Oh, those melons! when she’s able
They do form a feast; so nice!
Both go to the Abbot’s table,
All of us get not a slice.
How go on your flowers? None double?
Not one fruit-sort can you spy?
Strange!—And I, too, at such trouble,
Keep them close-nipped on the sly!