The Winner

An immovable object meets an unstoppable force
Or so the story goes
Will the object shift or will the force yield
Of that nobody knows

But should we watch this bout play out
I think that we shall find
An int’resting and unforeseen
Tale told in rhyme

I query that the force, in fact
Will not the object meet
That before these two connect
The force will pull a feat.

The force adjusts, course corrects
Continuing on its way
And as the force moves on in time
You’ll hear the object say

“I’ve won! Huzzah! You cowardly force
You’ve yielded to my power”
But as it plants itself more firmly in place
The force wastes not an hour

Onward it charges into the horizon
A smile on its face
“My my, what fun these obstacles are
But never will they break my pace”