Is there anyone more ignored?
Ambling on slowly, floored,
By the disrespect, deflated,
Neither remembered nor hated.
It’s Pluto, out of his glory days
Whence he had garnered some praise.
Yes, he’s smaller, yes, he’s farther than
Every other planet and the dialogue began.
“We gave recognition to
The Eight, what’s up with the ninth?”
Every person defined
Him as a dwarf; Nobody cared
Pluto was done, done, and declared.
Pluto won’t let that opinion stand.
He flipped the conversation and,
Pluto was done, done, and declared
Him as a dwarf? Nobody cared
Every person defined
The Eight, what’s up with the ninth?
We gave recognition to
Every other planet and the dialogue began.
“Yes, he’s smaller, yes, he’s farther than,
Whence he had garnered some praise.”
It’s Pluto, out of his glory days,
Neither remembered nor hated,
By the disrespect, deflated,
Ambling on slowly, floored.
Is there anyone more ignored?
Every time you say eight,
There’s a ninth hanging around on the plate.
Everyone knows Pluto now,
As the planet who goes on and how,
He hasn’t finished his revolution.
He’s the smallest, but here’s a fact:
His atmosphere is intact.
(Take that, Mercury!)
Pluto’s invincible from the Sun’s fury.
It’s wonderful how we couldn’t see,
The melancholy of Pluto is blasphemy.
One of strength and fantasy,
Just to reiterate, here is his plea.
Pluto’s invincible from the Sun’s fury
(Take that, Mercury!)
His atmosphere is intact.
He’s the smallest, but here’s a fact:
He hasn’t finished his revolution,
As the planet who goes on and how,
Everyone knows Pluto now.
There’s a ninth hanging around the plate,
Every time you say eight.
Written by Aniket Awasthi for MTTN
Featured artwork by R S Aruna for MTTN
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