Atmospheric Pressure
When the pressure in the atmosphere gets low,
I take in a breath deep and let it out slow,
My inbuilt barometer begins to work,
The pain in my ear surfaces with a smirk;
It is going to rain, my forecast is clear,
The drums have announced it loud, played by my ear,
Ouch! This low pressure is sure making me pay,
Keep the cotton ready, plug him out, I say;
I drink some water, grit my teeth and bear it,
It will take some time, but I shall soon be fit,
When the pressure in the atmosphere goes high,
My ear pain will be forgotten by and by.
08/29/17
(11 syllables per line)
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2017
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