As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the morality of world hunger as I contemplated the night's aurora display. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 57 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 11. It was easy, just like 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. After that, I helped a beginner find Abell 21. It was a dead ringer for whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident B 214. It reminded me of a waterfall. With that checked off my list, I identified M 65. It looked exactly like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched IC 3970. It was better than spent coals, faintly glowing.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I tried Abell 86. It was better than the invisible man. Next, I went for M 28. It compared favorably with Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After that, I hunted M 35 in Ursa Major. It looked a bit like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 481 in Lyra. It was even more difficult than George W. Bush. Next, I nudged my telescope to NGC 5796. It reminded me of Demi Moore.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I located Abell 9 in Lyra. It was not quite as bright as ripples of water. Then, I had a chance to see Abell 38. It gave the appearance of a spider. Then, I identified NGC 262. It appeared as a cantilever bra. Next, I nudged my telescope to Abell 77. It was like a hamburger. (Hmm, it had been a while since dinner). Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed M 109 in Virgo. It sparkled like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I located M 52 in Septans. It reminded me of diamonds on black velvet. With that checked off my list, I nudged my telescope to M 80. It was a dead ringer for George W. Bush.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.