Slightly out of date now, but ---

Since Herschel discovered the depths of Uranus,
the progress of planets has simply been heinous;
for next of all Neptune was nearly called Janus!
Still later, when Pluto was found on the boundary,
all names were still struck from a classical foundry;
though Ceres the series of asteroids governs,
she’s simply the largest and greatest of slovens.
But when desperation gave meaning to Xena,
(for U-b-three-ONE-three is harsher and meaner),
why not then have Charon as Sharon or Sheena?
It seems that in future all spheres made of granite
will answer to names no more noble than Janet;
today, they made Pluto a Mickey-Mouse planet.


You have met my friend miss_next, who was bearing a sacred penguin at the time. She brought back some very forceful advice of which you were the source, all of which has proved right. So now I find that my 'agents' are essentially nothing of the kind. How does one find a real agent? I've plenty to offer, and am dejected and lost.