Oh, would you like to swing on a
Star...
And think you're better off than you
Are...
For Pluto had verily been
Voted...
Decibels of applause! Been
Demoted...
By Lords of Astronomica!
(Maybe even Demon-ica)
Truly, it was irony-ca...
Maybe a bit neurotica...
How could Charon still be
A moon...
Of a planet not a planet?
Sung to the tune...
What the Hell......?
As Denis Joe knows, I feel bad for poor Pluto but I feel good about your jovial poem.
I like this Elysabeth. The word play is great and the 3rd stanza has a great feel to it. Whilst humourous I think that it shows an idiosyncratic approach that makes the piece a poem of uniqueness. I am not sure that the last line is necessary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem elysabeth well done