Each phylum of mycelium is welcome as a premium

And moss is fun, with decorum she fills us light as helium

The algae is my pal, he boosts morale as you can tell

Each lichen shall be royale, believe they're all my guests as well

But not the mold, he's far too old, though he be bold

I won't be trolled by fuzzy shoulders, I've been told

He's icy cold, no heart of gold

I'd rather die than hold the mold

(An odd piece to be sure haha- written for my poetry collection on phobias)