Dos Equis!

I fell asleep one autumn night  
By means of beer and lunar light  
And when I woke I saw the sight  
Of Orion gaining...eastern height!  
My consciousness had been undone  
Ensorcelled, by an orbit spun,  
As if by BURST...of kiloton,  
When all creation had begun!  
 
And monitoring my apish face,  
Was the mistress of all near Earth space  
Who seemed to put me in my place  
For all the common rhymes I chase!  
 
How perfect she should be the one  
To show my wit that rhymes are fun!