Elegy for Pluto(Where's Waldo: did you spot the Springsteen lyric above?)
Pluto, sweet Pluto,
we hardly knew ye
when ye were reclassified
to prove that science corrects;
for tis a ‘umble Uriah Heep
most scientists project.
Pluto, sweet Pluto,
in that hemi-powered glaze
you now cause Riddle more toil
(his blog has no boil)
proving even distant planets
have their orbits.
Pluto, sweet Pluto,
you were small but had panache
a dash of hossenpepper like Bluto
without the hate of Hirohito.
Pluto, sweet Pluto,
how could we get to know you?
You were cold, climactically-challenged
visible only in the far reaches of classrooms
to those who sat on the far right side.
Pluto, sweet Pluto,
you lacked others' celestial glories
the heat of Mercury, allure of Venus
so often ignored
yet you never demeaned us.
Pluto, sweet Pluto,
they called you a planet
but now they cry null
they've cast you aside
like cheap doggerel.
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Other elegies here, here and here.
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