I wrote this because I wanted to write a poem with a descending number of syllables in each line that also made sense.
=P
Count Down
Anticipation gradually grows;
All eyes are looking at the launch pad.
As the countdown goes down, time slows.
Technicians hazmat suit-clad.
Ignition will come soon,
Just around the bend
Ship to the moon
Will ascend
Countdown
End
