a barometer falls

as the saying goes

well, I dropped a thermometer

"balls!" I said as the mercury spread

running into tiny pools

shining mischievously from the tufts

where it taunted me while I rolled up my cuffs

in readiness to capture the spill,

no thrill as I endeavoured to scoop

and the pools became multipools

and looped the loop.

 

Resorting to the internet

the advice was ballistic

another statistic I could become -

hallucinations  palpitations

and my grovelling hands already numb.

 

An eye dropper in readiness

and magnifier in deep distress

my antics caused my knees to seize,

another aspect of mercury disease.

 

Finally the little blobs were caged

into a mysterious plastic bag

whose fate remains in a delicate balance

as I seek to expand my other talents.