Pluto, a Poem

A COSMIC SHAKEUP

OR

MY VERY EARNEST MOTHER JUST SERVED US NOTHING

By Nickolas F.

And then there were eight.

Slam bang

just like that

A changed word or two

Pluto gets the gate.

Nine pizzas

now nothing.

Disney’s dog

a Pekingese?

Canned tomatoes

fruit? If you please.

Why regret

Your orbit and body

out of shape.

So are mine.

there’s no escape

Your fate

forebodes

some future date

when substance becomes spirit

Grin and bear it.