Mysteries of the Universe Unraveled

 Mysteries of the Universe Unraveled

So, ask anyone, they will attest

That the sun really rises in the sky to the west.

Does cartwheels across a root beer sky

With clouds of vanilla floating by.

But does anyone know where it goes when doused in the east?

Plunged into the depths of the eastern seas?

Does it boil the sea, create high humidity,

Falling as water, raining on my poetry?

Or does it simply get cloaked, below the horizon?

Where its fires are stoked by a million men shovelin’,

Shovels full of coal keeping it blazin’.

Like everything else in this world of travail,

All the scientific research performed to write this poem to no avail,

The sun's voyage is mysterious, magical, even beyond the pale.

Ah, the pale, the pale of the moon, that slice of green cheese!

Cook me a moon cheeseburger, a pail of them, if you please.