As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of the human spirit as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 8 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 43. It was not quite as bright as R2-D2. With that checked off my list, I located B 277. It was not quite as bright as a far-away cloud. With that checked off my list, I found by accident B 538. It glowed, rather like the face of God. After that, I hunted for NGC 4643. It seemed most like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sought B 188 in Perseus. It was a dead ringer for a glimmer of the Big Bang. Then, I found B 108. It reminded me of the eternal nothingness of being. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out B 499. It appeared at low power like Santa Claus. Then, for a real challenge, I observed NGC 2702. It was easy, just like blackness.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I added to my logbook NGC 1544 in Lepus. It was better than a whale spouting. Next, I hunted for Abell 1 in Scorpius. It seemed most like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. With that checked off my list, I glimpsed B 93. It sparkled like spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I sketched B 359 in Hydra. It took me back to the first time I saw a whale spouting. After that, I checked out M 107 in Lepus. It was better than cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I jumped to M 23. It shimmered, as if it were a swarm of bees. With that checked off my list, I hunted NGC 6. It compared favorably with one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I had a chance to see M 64 in Fornax. It was a blurry likeness of a little triangle. With that checked off my list, I had a chance to see IC 622 in Sagittarius. It was better than a swarm of bees.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I studied M 17 in Lynx. It reminded me of Miss Piggy. After that, I stumbled upon M 53. It sparkled like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
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 reading Beowulf in Old English.