Two-Rhyming Temperature

Two-Rhyming Temperature

#1
I find it very scary, indeed
The time when we have no degrees.

Scarier still, the thermometer reads minus
Where did they go? Where they stolen? How heinous?

What happens now? Does the air disappear?
Where do we go looking? Far or near?

Much to my chagrin, they come sneaking back in
But they never say where they have been.

From zero to plus one, degrees ascend up and
They warm our backsides once again.

#2
There once was a thermometer so narrow
Whose degrees it was reading was zero.
To the wonder of all,
More degrees left to fall,
Where they went was only felt in ones marrow.

– Palyati Fouse.

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