A Salute to

Planet Pluto

Pluto was a little lamb,
sweet as jam, many fans,
the baby of the planet family
children learned at school.

He made the children laugh and play:
small and gray, found astray.
Can we keep him? Hip-hooray!
His snow was white as fleece.

Why did teachers kick him out?
Up the spout, cruel rout!
His planetary cred in doubt,
they tagged him T-N-O.

Pluto’s still a little lamb,
told to scram, on the lam.
“Who can say now what I am?”
Dear Pluto, go in peace.

* TNO = Trans-Neptunian Object

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Karl Stull is a retired copywriter and editor. He began in textbook publishing and moved on to marketing. Now he writes for the love of words.