WHEN GRAVITY GETS MAD

So Gravity and I had a pretty big fight.

It happened yesterday, just last night.

I fell and scraped up my left knee,

Then cursed out in anger at Gravity.

I don't recall exactly what it is I said.

But it must have been bad because as I went to bed,

I put on my PJs, lay down and then just floated.

Hovering above my covers, completely unsupported.

I heard a laugh and a voice said "Oh, boo-hoo you!

Let's just see how you manage and how you do,

Without your trusty good friend Gravity now,

To hold and keep your body rooted firmly down!"

Then, in a flash, the voice was gone.

And I floated alone in my room for ever so long.

But a realization came to me very fast.

I was no longer earthbound or downward cast!

With Gravity mad and ignoring me,

I could fly and be as free as I wanted to be.

So I opened the window and flew right out.

I soared high in the sky and began to shout.

I was sailing right through the night air,

Going as far and as high as I dare.

For hours I flew and flew.

Until the night was old and the day was new.

But after a time I grew tired and sleepy.

The air was cold and my eyes were soon weepy,

Because I thought with a sad, little frown,

"Now, how in the heavens will I get down?"

There's no food up here, I think.

And I don't want only rainwater to drink.

I tried my best to lower my body,

But only ended up moving around very oddly

I was stuck and it was plain to see,

In order to fall I needed help from Gravity.

"I'm sorry!" I yelled and I cried.

"I need your help." I finally sighed.

Then a voice said "So don't be so rash,

The next time you fall with a mighty loud crash."

And with that simple saying I was forgiven.

I started to fall just as earlier, I'd risen.

My feet were placed down, oh so gingerly.

As I kissed the ground, I thanked Gravity.

I would never curse it out again,

For fear I'd end up just where I'd been.

Trapped like a cloud high in the sky,

Maybe it's better to be glad I can't fly.