What stellar system on the sidereal rose
at geodetic two four seven goes?
It is the azimuth of Christmas eventide,
and the favorite is leading by a nose;
he leads the pack that always comes behind.
Extend, good arm, and shoot from west-southwest
–who is already where the sun has set–
an arc across the great celestial rose,
with a stick that’s good for fetching in it,
that falls behind the favorite by a nose.
By what your eyes suppose, be not perturbed;
behind the favorite’s further than observed
and none could throw that far, but it’s the principle:
if you cast along this parallel unswerved,
you stand to trip the light reciprocal.
It is for nothing, O, it is for naught!
What loss upon my senses have I brought?
The favorite’s nose is trained upon the shoulder
of a giant lying naught naught naught to port
and twenty-three point five degrees to starboard.
My train of thought’s behind; I’ll bring it round.
The favorite’s training can’t be all too sound.
What if, despite the giant’s reputation,
he is really just a big rodeo clown?
That would explain the Mallee bull in station,
but how the asterism at his waistline
comes up–a three note bass line walking four time
with a Mallee bull that’s fit to be his fiddle–
through the middle, out of nowhere in behind,
is an outright inexplicable!