The wrong kind of apple flew sideways,
And splattered all over the wall.
‘That’s not what I wanted,’ said Newton.
‘That’s not what I wanted at all.’
The wrong kind of apple went floating
Above where the physicist sat.
He muttered in further displeasure
‘And nor was I hoping for that.’
The wrong kind of apple shot backwards
In time to a time well before
The tree had been planted. Said Isaac
‘I’m starting to find this a bore.’
The right kind of apple dropped on him
Just as he was giving up hope.
His patience was nearly exhausted,
And also he'd smoked all his dope.
Last edited by Rob Stuart; 07-09-2015 at 04:28 AM.
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