Misconceptions

Misconceptions so often prevail, They rob us of honest detail, They clutter the mind, With notions that bind, Of the cleverest female or male. We really should root them all out, Removing the reason to doubt, That the tales we are told By the young and the old Are really worth bandying about. To tell you the truth I despair At the apple that fell through the air, And struck Isaac’s head Releasing the thread Of the theory of gravity there. When Washington’s dentures you view It’s simply not right to construe That they’re made out of wood For wood is no good That popular myth is not true. Michelangelo, its widely known, Lay on his back ’neath the dome Of the Sistine to paint, Well that’s something that ain’t, So the next time you hear it please moan!