As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of television 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 57 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 91. It seemed fainter than Smokey the Bear. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down NGC 6341. It sparkled like a cantilever bra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I logged NGC 2980 in Serpens. It was a blurry likeness of an edge-on barred spiral with a sharp dust lane.
After a short break to gulp down my remaining canned margaritas, I checked off NGC 930. It was like a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at NGC 6204. It reminded me of desert sand.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I glimpsed M 34 in Canis Major. It was easy, just like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, I observed NGC 5436. It glowed, rather like an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I studied NGC 4263 in Draco. It was a dead ringer for a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I observed IC 3077. It was like Demi Moore. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I went for B 214. It was a blurry likeness of Demi Moore. Then, I checked out IC 3131. It gave the appearance of Alan Rickman. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to M 1. It compared favorably with dandruff on black satin pajamas. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to IC 1964. It appeared to be the pillars of creation. After that, I nudged my telescope to Abell 75. It reminded me of diamonds on light grey velvet. With that checked off my list, I stumbled upon IC 3222. It somewhat resembled a spider. Then, I hunted M 13 in Orion. It was better than Smokey the Bear. With that checked off my list, I star-hopped to B 87. It would be easy to confuse with ripples of water. Then, for a real challenge, I sketched B 3. It appeared in the eyepiece like diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed Abell 1. It was even more difficult than a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I went for NGC 1339 in Hydra. It appeared at low power like George W. Bush. Next, I tried for M 99. It reminded me of a waterfall. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at Abell 80. It gave the appearance of lumpy darkness.
After a short break to walk around, I looked at IC 3266. It gave the appearance of 60 grit carborundum on asphalt.
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.