S is for the swells that make you sick,
T’s for tides that make the ship do tricks,
O’s for over, where the boat goes when swells are great,
R’s for retch, which could be your wretched stomach’s fate,
M’s for mariners who’re drunk and piloting the scow.

Into a land mass they might plow;
boozing captain ought not allow.

Storms at sea can make passengers spew:
food comes up from intestinal tube
and then up it races, dinner of fried spuds and plaices.
Storms can be quite bad for you.

S is for the sounds that storms will brew,
T’s for thunder that makes a big boom,
O is for the ohm’s that lightning sends into you,
R is for resistor, which is what you’re good for.
M’s for menaced—that is how you’re feeling in a squall.
Damn thunder sounds like bowling balls!

Storms can leave you feeling quite abused
and make Mother Nature quite amused.
In your boots you’re quakin’ when Ma N’s a big one makin’.
Storms can make you pretty blue.

Storms most often come from West,
but Nor’easters mean trouble
especially for those in boats.
Storms send out the rescue crews—
for lifesaving they’re enthused
Washes come down arroyos.

Lightning sometimes blows a fuse;
dark clouds block out pretty views;
big storms always make the news;
when it storms, it’s hard to snooze.

Here comes one—and it’s a beaut!