Gravity: The Ups&down Of It Poem by Bryan Taplits

A wisp of smoke, a tailor's blend
The smoke thinks hard and wise,
I've never assented to the scientists' tenet
Of why smoker's smoke should rise?
I see the smoke as it swirls and curls
To destination unknown,
The smoke- I've found- wisps unbound
Continues its ascent- toward the clouds- apparently repelled by the ground.

I've questioned this dogma in reports unnamed
Since I've always thought banana peels were the true necessary folk,
To see the consequences of gravity of the victim's peeled-gaffe:
A dupe first snatched and then who is felled
by this outstanding banana peel joke.
After all, pipe smokers amuse no one-
Except perhaps one who smoke pipes,
But if it's uproarious laughter that you're after:
Then an unbalanced-banana peel-slider...
well, one does not need to think twice.

Yes, I agree: Smoke must rise, and banana-peel-people must fall
For that is the world that we've uncloaked,
But I still don't quite get it-
Though experts have said it….
I guess the situation that arises-
From all these banana-peel surprises-
Proves true the rumors
Of Gravity's Upending (and
never ending) mischievous
sense of humor.