The Torn Astronomer….
The Torn Astronomer
A tale I feel I have to tell,
It may well make you weep,
About a problem faced by man,
Whilst others are asleep.
Our man is an “Astronomer”,
Or so he tells his friends,
He likes to gaze up at the stars,
But that’s not where it ends.
For his life is rarely simple,
When a starry night appears.
And an evening at the eyepiece,
Can often end in tears.
So here is the dilemma,
Our Astromoner must face,
He took a wife in marriage,
And she doesn’t know her place.
Imagine this scenario,
Orion’s on the rise,
Pluto’s in acension,
And a comet adds surprise.
The seeing was the best for years,
The sky is crystal clear,
A waning moon quite hidden,
The perfect night is here!
His telescope is duly raised,
Polaris shows the way,
And all that money spent on kit,
Would FINALLY start to pay!
However….
Remember when we said that,
“Lifes’ road’s not always straight”?
Well, although the Heavens beckon him,
A Tigress lies in wait.
Purring from the shadows,
Her eyes survey her prey.
He looks so cold and lonely,
She’ll surely have her way!
The dark arts of seduction,
Which are never known to fail,
Are practised now upon our guy,
A helpless, hapless male.
A flash of a suspender belt,
A generous glimspe of cleavage,
The powers of the woman,
That give her massive leverage.
He does try hard to concentrate,
And slews around to Saturn,
But his fingers start to tremble,
Its the old familiar pattern.
Telescope abandoned now,
The Tigress claims her prize,
And the only stars seen twinkling,
Are the ones found in her eyes.
And so it goes, most every time,
Though you might think it corny,
That when the skies are at their best,
His wife is always horny.
So if it’s telescope or passion,
Cold stars or hot romance,
The enticements of the female form,
Don’t give the stars a chance.
A zillion years of Suns and Moons,
They’re going no place fast.
And my advice is, if you’re torn,
ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS!!!
TJ
