Gravity pulls stuff tow'rd Mother Earth
The bane of folks with generous girth
Yet, gratitude we owe for such a gift
That God bestow'd to check random lift
This man and beast alike both do share
Bound to soil for which we take care
And floating o'er trees such ease would bring
O how men of all ages have dream't such a thing
Yet sans terra firma's unseen grip on matter
Waste on the outhouse ceiling wouldst splatter
Even that so would we ever adjust
When our senses on gravity lose their trust?
Gripping on handrails to traverse the town
A lady dons barrel 'oops: "These tame me gown!"
Still it seems we have little reason to fear
For, the force always comes 'round year upon year
And as long as the Roy'l Court pays the right fee
We shall stick to the ground, which is all right by me
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