The Great Shelf
In a world far from our own
Core made of metal and the crust of stone
Hard, rough and rugged
Even though it was flooded
Lined with mountains so high
That they almost touched the sky
When a great tremor came
One that got a bunch fame
Crumbled the mountain and spilled the sea
The planet cried out with glee
Although it ruined itself
It made a crater that looked like a shelf
In the world far from our own.
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