Poem from Pluto in the bathroom stall at the end of the galaxy
Jack dismissed himself to McP, "Have to visit the little planets' room."
He sauntered back to the area where the restroom sign pointed;
Flipped on the light and relieved the space of its gloom;
And as he the urinal discreetly anointed,
his eyes fell on these words scratched onto the wall:
"I'm surprised to see you here," he said with arch in his brow.
You and that relic of New Horizon, like a machine by Mr. Klee et al.
But what discovery, Neal, do you want from me now?
Your planetary council gave me the vote of confidence
I hate to break form here but you did know that am I not
Right? So what do you expect from a mere planetoid?
Oh, I know! You've discovered the whirling of your own orbit
is causing the standard of weight to reduce. And now your annoyed.
Knowing sooner or later the earth's weight may be so trim and fit
So as to join the ranks of we dwarf planets. Hmm? Well, Mr. Tyson (deGrasse)
Study me now as I bend over backwards. May all the moons watch, as you kiss my axis."
