Electro-Matic Static

 

It’s 29 degrees,

But, it feels like 15,

Winds 25 miles per hour,

Gusts sounding like screams.

 

The Sun is brightly shining,

Not a cloud in the sky.

Humidity at 30 percent,

Air pressure’s very dry.

 

If you scuff on the rug,

You will produce static.

Snaps like a whip,

Field of electromagnetic.

 

Makes the hair on my head,

All itchy and light,

Tap a person’s shoulder,

See a blast of white light.

 

They’ll get mad at you, though,

Because it really smarts.

Like a finger in a socket,

An explosion of fireworks.

 

If you want to play a joke,

To get your cheap thrills,

The minute you tap their shoulder,

Turn and run for the hills.