Galactic Tadpole Poem by Harley White

A pollywog turns into a frog
or toad as the case may be,
‘pol' being the head and ‘wog' like wiggle,
the sound of the word may make one giggle;
its transformation leaves us agog
though prince we may never see.

It's part of sequence biologic,
within the cycle of life,
most species being fully aquatic
albeit some ‘froglets' more exotic
perhaps, to be quite pedagogic,
grow up on land, while less rife.

The Tadpole galaxy spiral barred
in Draco constellation
which signifies dragon in Latin tongue
has spectacular tidal tail far-flung
in stellar trail celestially starred
supernal in creation.

It's four hundred twenty million light-
years away from Earth merely.
The tail itself is two hundred eighty
thousand light-years; the argument weighty
for how this odd disruption outright
took place was merger clearly.

A striking sight is pollywog pose
with astral clusters bright blue,
moreover of course the boundless yonder,
yet life on our globe still makes us ponder
where myriad mortal forms arose
and humans make much ado…