Spinning in orbit, flying in space,
Circling moons the project,
Don’t confuse me with a saucer that flies—
I’m a long identified object.
For thousands of years I’ve been in sight,
To some a target, to others delight,
Wide my girth and minor my height,
Simplicity begs the logic!
Now if you look closely, I have no end,
Though I surely embrace a middle,
And when I am done I might descend
Upon a planet to settle.
Now here is a clue that may not fail:
My name evokes an exotic tale.
If you believe you’re on the trail,
Then please appease this riddle!