The Bends Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Two aging but fine-feathered friends
went diving, picking up the bends.
They did not know that in the deep
the sea has promises to keep.
No treatment was at hand on land
so off they trotted, through the sand
went in head first to try again
what through the years fooled many men,
and sure enough, the sea took back
all symptoms of the sneak attack.
The two, my fluffy-feathered friends
came home completely free of bends.
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