Hooray, Odysseus, at eight

This weekend, it will be full
A silver pool in sea of black
And now, after fifty years
We did it folks. We're finally back

May as well, at eight

This week at work has been a thing
Loads of BS and bunk
The whole thing has left me
In a bit of a funk

Swinging through the zodiac at eight

 A new year this weekend
A dragon made of wood
And song about animals
(but you knew there would)

Eat a ehōmaki (east-northeast) at eight

A holly branch with head of sardine
Adults in masks while kids throw beans
Devils out! Fortune in!
Come and celebrate Setsubun