Doggerel lll

Not much that's newsworthy here so I'm posting another doggerel.  If you're new to the blog and like this one, a couple others were posted in September, 2011.

GRAVITY

Gravity keeps most things in place,
Instead of drifting off in space.

Lacking it, we’d float away,
Unless tethered night and day.

Food would rise up off our plate,
Dogs and cats would levitate.

But gravity has a darker side,

That assaults our bodies, wounds our pride.

Bodies hard, straight, athletic,

Gravity strives to turn pathetic.

What once was a taut hard belly,

Evolves into a bag of jelly.

Offsetting all those sagging guts,

Are flaccid, drooping ugly butts.

Women’s breasts, once firm and pert,

Hang and flop like bags of dirt.

Hair that once adorned our head,

Heads south, comes out our ears instead.

Faces that once were tight and sleek,

Now flabby jowls and rubber cheeks.

Exercise though you might,

Gravity’s going to win this fight.

For this, Newton was dubbed a knight,

Now I ask you, “Does that seem right?”

It just makes be kind of sick,

Calling that twit ‘Sir Issac.’

Mike Delaney
7-6-05
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