Gravity is not to be blamed
for falling in love at all.
Why not fall in love in space
where you'll float, not fall.
In space, if you’ve an urge for a potty,
make sure you spin upside down
with your trumpet blowing upwards, or
the nep-tunes will turn you into a clown.
I often wonder what a poet
would write on nature in space;
Perhaps about galaxies, black holes
and luna-tic meteorites of disgrace.
I often think they should play sports up there,
But playing wouldn’t be fun without atmosphere!
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Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Well, if anything "fell" in space, I'm sure we'd already be far out of orbit by now...probably lost in a black hole somewhere 
This is cute, mina, "Why not fall in love in space where you'll float, not fall." This is a worthy entry to the International Year of Physics contest - applause. 
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