A Poem Fragment

Here's a bit of nonsense poetry I'm working on. Obviously, it needs work.

Outer space is most untidy
Filled with rocks and scuffed-up moons
Asteroids and comets flighty
Planets tilted like buffoons.

Maybe someday, God be willing
Some gigantic celestial Hoover
Will come a-sucking through the tailings
Of His own creative maneuver.