batman

Batman on the window ledge

three storeys from the floor

wants the courts to sign a pledge

to see his kids once more

the hand that rocks the cradle

doesn't want to know

such neat poison she will ladle

in words sweet and low

the children under direction

utter bitter lies

this family of introspection

absent parents they despise

so Batman is on a protest

a tall three storeys high

a placard displayed on his chest

justice, truth, or die

time to talk

The farmer raised his hand

In cheerful recognition

The engineer stopped is car

He had a proposition

The engineer stepped out the car

To the combined harvester Walked

It had seemed an eon

Since these two pals had talked

The combine harvester blocked the road

While the two old friends chatted

Such a pleasant sunny day

Good crack is all that matter

While they struck a bargain

For maintenance of machinery

On such a pleasant day

with good crack in pleasant scenery

From a flask they toasted well

Of the future, and of trade

Its strange they said to see no cars

On this sunny day god made

Behind the combined harvester

Stretching far and trying patients

Behold a massive traffic jam

Straining country/town relations

gravity where is it

Gravity where is your pull?

Where does your force hide?

Is it found in cotton and wool?

In clothes I wear with pride

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Why do the used clothes you see

Lay crumpled on the floor

They must be held by gravity

So cant hang up as before

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Socks once used and damp inside

The odour will upward rise

One sock will escape and hide

The washing basket spies

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Clothes reaching the washing machine

With detergent and water spin

Tumbled, flattened, treated mean

Destroys the gravity within

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Clean clothes stay hung up on the rack

Soiled clothes coat the floor

So what puts the gravity back?

Why do children’s clothes hold more?