Here's a poem. Probably inspired by Shel Silverstein. But to be honest I never read many of his poems. It was trendy and cool as a kid to have his books. That most likely turned them off for me. I've never been one to do what others are doing just so I can say I did it. Which is too bad. I probably missed out on some cool stuff while engaging my inner hipster. 
That's right I was a hipster before being a hipster was hip.
[image error] The thing I must remember from high school physics is holding a blanket with a weight in the middle, watching balls roll toward it and seeing how gravity warps space. Trippy stuff.
WHEN GRAVITY GETS MAD
So Gravity and I had a pretty big fight.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. [image error] Hawking fights off gravity.