He called it Rosebud, this chocolate starfish orb
Of jacksy ring
To rectify the back door thing
His brown-eyed, elementary cleft did sing
For Venus, Mars and more
Considering the sun don’t shine
So much on Jupiter, but for
The Plutoid bung of Saturn’s rung
To run with Mercury’s speed on Earth
“No!” they cried You never tried
Your Neptudism’s tune’s derived
Uranus, you must call this find.
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