A Plea of Pain

Throbbing, Throbbing, goes my head
As I arise from my bed.
A headache it seems is beginning to form.
This is not usually a post-nap norm.

To practice, To practice, I must go
But as I step out into the ice cold snow
Sharp pain pierces through my skull
This headache is now a migraine in full.

Piccolo, Piccolo, high and shrill
Stabs through my cerebral cortex like a drill
I try to switch to my E flat
My brain becomes a baseball, the trumpet is the bat.

Advil, Advil, I need to take
For the outcome of my evening is at stake
Down the hatch with some water
To hopefully perform a headache slaughter.

Pounding, pounding in my head.
"Go away!" I sternly said.
"The advil  you took is not helping!"
My brain started painfully yelping.

Sadly, Sadly on my couch.
I sit while my shoulders slouch.
Nothing seems to be the cure
This will be the death of me, I am sure.

Migraine, Migraine, go away
For my trumpet, I must play.
Tonight's rehearsal is my dress,
So do me a favor, and depress.