A Wile E Coyote moment -
When the Road Runner ran him off the cliff
By taking an abrupt turn
The coyote continuted, reality spurn(ed) .
Until he ran out of momentum
And there, suspended in air
He remained, no forward progress
And yet, on the plane he remained
Was only when he happened to look down
And saw there was no nearby ground
As he was suspended far above
With no other way to go
Then he slowly fell
Gaining momentum as he in space dwell(ed)
Until, as we all know
He crashed to the ground below.
beep, beep
^^^^^
So it is, Helicopter Ben
Has lost his momentum
And like the fleas on his back
All will crash even as he appears (in sailing terms) to tack.
Fleas will survive to find another host
But for the rest, all is lost
And like Wile E Coyote; too big to fall
Discovers Newton, was right after all.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem