As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the insignificance of Doonsbury as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 0 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 13. It looked uncannily like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to M 104 in Sagittarius. It was easy, just like desert sand. Then, I star-hopped to B 75. It somewhat resembled the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I found B 273. It looked uncannily like blackness. Next, I added to my logbook M 100. It was like the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I tracked down M 20 in Gemini. It reminded me of its Hubble photograph.
After a short break to do some yoga, I studied NGC 5183. It appeared as dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for Abell 88 in Ursa Major. It was as bright as cotton candy. After that, I looked for and suspected B 98. It gave the appearance of fleecy wool. After that, I identified B 199. It shimmered, as if it were a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I nudged my telescope to NGC 6709. It would be easy to confuse with fleecy wool. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests B 575. It looked like desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I stumbled upon IC 1428 in Sagittarius. It glowed, rather like cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied B 170. It was a dead ringer for a nebula. Then, I checked off Abell 68. It looked a bit like a whale spouting.
After a short break to have a smoke, I slewed to B 16. It seemed almost an inflamed monkey butt.
After a short break to find a bush to pee on, I located B 188 in Lyra. It was easy, just like a nebula. Then, I hunted B 496. It shimmered, as if it were the last six objects I'd seen. With that checked off my list, I looked for and suspected M 4 in Sculptor. It was a dead ringer for Gollum. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon M 39. It was better than R2-D2. With that checked off my list, I tracked down Abell 71. It appeared as Dubya. After that, I sought NGC 1079. It was as bright as Gollum.
Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than a poetry reading marathon.