We forgot to post this earlier, oops boops. It is another poem for Hans Bump's challenge :>)


Neptune's song

Arrayed in beaut'ous broody blue,
I seem mysterious to you,
oh Earthlings of the probes and prods
intent on knowledge, nosy sods.

By all means fly by, sneak a peek
come every month, or every week;
you'll never land upon my shores
there'll be no walky-talky tours.

And I am glad. Yes, glad, I say;
I'm happy just to spin my way
around the Sun and play my tunes,
accompanied by bands of moons.




Poetry by Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-27 at 21:12

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