Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dropped My Thought

Sir Isaac Newton, thinker he,

Thought he would sit down one fine day

Right under me, an apple tree.

A thought I had but could not say

Was that this thinking human would

Be a perfect one to take with

A theory I thought was quite good,

Gravity be real, not mere myth.

Somehow I had to give him my

Thinking on this gravity thing,

So picked one of my apples high

To take my thought in a dropping.

This thought I had could not be said,

So dropped an apple on his head.