Gravity Poem by John F. McCullagh

I would be a lot less heavy
if you would just lighten up!
Running up a flight of stairs
With you in tow, that's tough.

You are the fore-sworn enemy
of a woman's perky breasts.
Nor are you any friend of knees
Or lower backs, I guess.

It's true you do some useful things:
You keep the moon in tow.
You've set escape velocity
To keep me here below

All who would rise resist you,
All who yield must fall.
You're the bete–noir of existence
For Humpty Dumpty on his wall..