A cup of Mercury

I swallowed from the cup of Mercury

to cover my absurdity.

The ambrosia of Venus

was cloudy in toxic meanness.

I raised a toast to ol’ Earth

the land of mirth and birth.

I’d thought I’d reached the stars

but was only a sip of Mars.

“Here’s mud in your eye,”

I said to Jupiter by and by.

I left a ring around Saturn —

just following an old pattern.

I drank from Uranus

though you thought me an ignoramus.

Things got kind of blurry

drinking from Neptune in such a hurry.

I got blotto on Pluto —

as a planet I couldn’t let go.

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