There were nine planets in the sky
Flying up above in space
Some moved quickly, others slow
But then it never was a race
'Til one day we upon the earth
Decided we would change our tune
We took a closer look and said
"Our system ends with blue Neptune"
But many balked and frowned at this
For Pluto was dear in their hearts
They claimed there were nine planets still
And just avoided new star charts
And though it has been eighteen years
I have this bracelet that I wear
With tiny planets strung as beads
And you can bet Pluto is there
I look down at that bead and grin
Because I love how people care
About a planet they can't see
Just orbiting up in the air
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
