Nobody is more frightened of 'new' things than poor Amy.

Amy, pale as a ghost,
cannot even make toast.
She's scared of electric!
Even gargles startle
this wisp of a woman.
Amy has the twitches,
everything itches.
She's such a nervous gal
that e'en fat runs away.
her hair's completely gray.
Amy's teeth all jut out;
with the dentist, she'd pout.
She doesn't dare be ill;
she's never had a shot . . .
tolerant she is NOT.
Amy's eyes are a slit--
she only squints a bit.
She squirms, walks, hems and haws.
Rather than wear glasses,
she'd bump into walls, halls.

Poor Amy met a tan man
and 'jumped' out of her skin . . .
a wisp of a woman!