Lincoln
Hills Astronomy Group
Poems by Jim Fulcomer
Mr. Gravity
Mister Gravity is everywhere, he won't leave me alone!
Why does he do his mischief, when Mommy's on the phone?
No matter how I build things up, he always knocks them down.
The only guy who fools him, is my pal, Tippy the Clown.
And when I try to toss things up, they always hit the floor.
Mister Gravity is always here - he doesn't need a door.
He's inside and he's outside, but mostly he's below,
'cause when I trip and skin my knees - he's to blame, I know!
If Gravity was not around, I guess I'd float away,
just like a little toy balloon, to Mommy's great dismay!
He pulls the leaves right from the trees, and makes the clouds
give rain,
I know that he's responsible, for water, down the drain.
Mister Gravity is always watching me, but I can't see him at
all.
Maybe that's why does Daddy warns me, when I'm riding for a
fall!