"What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?" - Richard Feynman
My answer to Feynman's question is that it is easier to tell a story about a god than a planet. But Feynman's challenge is an interesting one, hence this poem. Which starts out being a bit odd just from the topic, and becomes more so from experimentation with meter.
The intended form for each stanza is rhyme ABABCC, syllable count 10, 10, 10, 10, 8, 7, with anapest feet for the first and third lines, dactyl for the second and fourth, iamb for the fifth, and trochee for the sixth. Probably this form has never been used before (one can debate how well it is achieved here), making this, for better or worse, a unique reading experience.
Incidentally, Feynman notwithstanding, Jupiter does not have much methane.