Planet Nine

 

Out there in the wastes of space

There waits a giant hulk

A monster with a hidden face

A creature full of bulk

It seems a most disturbing case

Of preternatural sulk

 

It hovers on the edge of world

A lonely, empty sphere

That keeps its vicious fingers curled

And rules itself with fear

Where other planets always whirled

It trembles, insincere

 

The airless desert closes in

Upon its hollow heart

Perhaps it has a firing pin

Perhaps a bonaparte

Perhaps it is a deadly sin

Perhaps a feeble fart

 

And there it waits, as vacuous

As any empty sump

And puts the fat in fatuous

A poor galactic frump

Its logic vague, anfractuous

I name this planet Trump

 

 

Click here for a Washington Post article

 

Click here for a Guardian article (Planet Nine)

 

 

 

 

 

24 May 2018

Evidence is building that a huge planet, ten times the mass of Earth, is hidden in the space beyond Pluto. It is known as ‘Planet Nine’. The net was said to be closing around the US President.


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