Story of Pluto
A mountainous range stood before the smiley Pluto
Crushing like an otter the situation fell to beer-goggled motives
Materializing its way along, like a sea slug in the grass.
The god danced like a dainty pixy, or a fragile little elf
The god picked up the torn wing and stapled it back on the angel
Berserkers commence from the red african swallow
Just as the brittle leaf breaks the final tree,
While the bright sand of the beach started into VW Bug.
Weap bitter tears, blank face, like Keppler.. . Nothing are you, or will you ever be.