As I drove up the winding road to Twin Peaks, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of tight underwear as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 21 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 46. It was a dead ringer for cream being swirled into hot coffee. Next, I logged IC 1791. It looked like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to Abell 98. It seemed just like a far-away cloud. After that, I tried for M 79 in Lynx. It shimmered, as if it were dancing elephants.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I located IC 3950. It was easy, just like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for NGC 3295. It glowed, rather like desert sand.
After a short break to drink a slurpie, I logged IC 27 in Lynx. It looked uncannily like the eye of God. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook M 41. It appeared as blackness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I hunted B 519. It took me back to the first time I saw yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I looked for and suspected NGC 129. It seemed just like nothing I'd ever seen before. Next, I tracked down NGC 2760. It appeared in the eyepiece like a whale spouting. Then, for a real challenge, I glimpsed B 210. It would be easy to confuse with Dubya. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found NGC 4957 in the western sky. It appeared to be a UFO. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident B 375. It looked uncannily like Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I nudged my telescope to Abell 84. It sparkled like Demi Moore. Then, I hunted for M 73. It was a dead ringer for 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found IC 1549. It was better than one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I found M 74. It looked uncannily like a little triangle.
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.