The planet of O

The Planet of O

On the planet of O beyond sun and stars

With the mass of a moon and no bigger than Mars

In the North and the South, where the climate was harsh

a hot sandy beach or a soggy wet marsh.

Lived super cute creatures with super cute feet,

as happy and cheerful you ever could meet.

And each in their own habitat would survive,

and never a war did they need to arise

Until one day (You knew this was coming)

The land beneath shook with a noise that was drumming,

from under the ground a new thing was born!

It was tall, it was hard, it had a nice platform.

The creatures hopped up and began to explore,

they could see the nice view, they enjoyed the hard floor.

They named it their 6 on account of its shape,

and made a nice sign to hang up with tape.

This all transpired on the sandy hot beaches.

While down in the south, where different the speech is,

a similar landscape change just as weird.

But down here, it was clear,

that a 9 had appeared!

We think that we know the whole story by now,

each side will be right and no one will bow.

But what if there’s more to this planet of O?

Some details and info and more things to know?

I told of the North and the South that is true.

But only the East, and there was a West too.

The West had a North and a South that’s for sure,

And the climate on that side was just as obscure.

And there too the land had shifted and changed,

And a new rock formation had made a new plain.

And they named their rock in a similar fashion,

and the sides were convinced with the same kind of passion.

For the South said “a 6”, "No, a 9” said the North,

and the conflict persisted, and a war was set forth!

After years of contest, their resources depleted,

the cute little creatures had all been defeated.

The cute little bodies, all covered in shrouds,

were detached from the souls that had turned into clouds.

And the sight they could see from up there was quite clear,

it wasn’t a 6 or a 9 on their sphere.

But a much larger number, not dirty or prime;

an odd one for sure, not Carbon or Fluorine,

Not Lorel or Yani.

Not gold/white or black/blue.

No matter what angle you took it was true.

69 was the number and it was so perfect,

No matter which way you would look it was worth it.

So, what is the moral you ask and I say,

if you meet a new friend and they don’t see your way?

Just know that their view might be totally different

And you might both be wrong.

Epilog

After years of repair and return of the living

when clouds from above were warm and forgiving

They tried to send warning of the things that they saw,

from their perfect location above the jigsaw.

But the ones down below, they just lay in the sun,

and complained of the clouds who are ruining the fun.

They could not read a cloud message so clear,

they would think it a man with a belt and a spear.

And the clouds kept on screaming and shouting their calls,

but it truly was just like talking to walls.

Please don’t despair, please don’t let go,

I have news of a prophet born long ago.

And the prophet foretold a messiah is near,

the one that will translate the clouds, do you hear.

This messiah will ride on a fancy white wagon,

with a cute little sign reading “Fairy Cloud Dragon”.