Am I right to suppose
I know no one who knows
if this Neil deGrasse Tyson guy
chose his own clothes...?
Need I further confess
that it's anyone's guess
if this boss Cosmosnaut bothers
aught as to dress...?
My poor brain's in a spin:
Tyson's trousseau's a sin!
Minus neckwear, who'd trek where
no man's ever been...?
Nor it sure wouldn't hurt
to Ann Druyan to blurt,
"Have you tried to provide Neil
Carl's turtleneck shirt...?"
Uly Poe pens dogg'rel verse. "'Tis fun," hums Uly, "I disburse." The gamut runs from bad to worse. The matter treated...? Quite diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a blessing largely. (Not a curse.)
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