A tennis ball, once hit, cannot be recalled. <br />Similarly, when Audrey's foot slipped, her car also, <br />Could not be recalled. <br /> <br />An object, when acted upon, will react in an equal <br />And opposite <br />Direction. <br />Audrey reacted equally and oppositely <br />To Zafar's car coming from the side. <br /> <br />Dave, in green, with latex gloves, <br />Cradled Audrey's head, called her name. <br />But, as the staccato strobing blue lights <br />Cast their ghastly hue over the scene <br />Audrey sighed. <br /> <br />New balls please.<br /><br />Martin O'Neill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/newton-2/
