A bubble blowing betta

Bob and Alice were debating the virtues of rationalism and empiricism while walking to uni together, when they decided to stop at a pet shop along the way.

“Look at the bubbles this betta is blowing,” said Alice.
“Seen one bubble, seen them all,” replied Bob.
“True,” Alice admitted, “but have you been there and done that?”

Act Lawson, Scene Shakespeare

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!

Latitude: The Men Who Come Behind – Henry Lawson
Longitude: Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet – Act II Scene II