morning stars

sprinkled some morning stars
upon my breakfast
couldn’t find mars
what shall i munch next

nibbled on jupiter
tasty little snack
went down a little strange
i hope it don’t come back

sipped on some betelgeuse
the brightest put to use
expanding my waistline
so that i can eat time

munched on the moon
sailing north of orion
these are the days
of which legends are spun


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