I cannot sing a lick. The last attempt went something like this:
I sang to the Moon but she fled behind Sol. I directed my
vocals at Venus who would have none; that is, unless Mercury
gave in. I turned to Mars who was too busy flirting with every
starry host and Jupiter’s spot flared at my coo.
Desperate, I tuned to Saturn who,
shoved me onto Uranus where I was scolded. I looked to
Neptune and was told “come back in 165 years”
and before my crescendo reached Pluto...
Comets told me "stop it!"
Then Infinity called, pissed.
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