You’re one of the four major planets,

But a member that one rarely sees

Out of visual range,

And a little bit strange,

You’re tilted a hundred degrees.

 

You spin on your side while you orbit

The seventh space out from the Sun

And to add to your fame,

Fifteen moons to your name

And some faint little rings just for fun.

 

Your name is always amusing

You’re the victim of slanderous lines

You’re the one that they poke,

And the Butt of all jokes,

Back where the Sun never shines.

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