Ubi est mea anaticula cumminosa?

I suppose I agreed to write a poem today, didn’t I. Well, fine. Pppbbbllllttttt.

Drafty Poem #4

Raise your glass to ex-Planet Nine,
In our mem’ry this orb we’ll enshrine.
Farewell, good ole’ Pluto,
Your status: kaputo,
Out there where the sun doesn’t shine.

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