The Aroma of the Mind

The gossip of stars: satire on horoscopes

As the sun rests his weary head,
Upon the horizon's downy bed,
Bejewelled stars blink their eyes,
Bedazzled, from the darkened skies.

Said one,
To the others of the ton,
"These measly egoistic creatures,
Think their stars decide their futures!"

"Why! Only yesterday I heard Miss Suzy say,
That Mrs Saturn took her job away!"
"Grandma Twinkly, just called her yesterday,
Tell us what did she have to say?"
"Oh, Mrs Saturn is too busy to be mean,
What with getting her rings to eat their greens!"
"Bunch of brats, if you ask me,
All seven are on a mischief spree!"

"A little bird whispered to me,
Mark wishes to marry mary,
Mr Mars is pronounced the matchmaker!"
"Ah! Such a rubbish moniker,
Mars is absorbed in wooing Venus,
From what I hear it's lovey-dovey and superfluous."

"Well, Mr Raj says Jupiter made him miss..."
"Oh! Keep Jupiter out of this,
He is on duty lathering creams."
"Right! That nasty red spot, mustn't visit the hakim's?"

"I heard a rumour about brother Sun's ire,
Given his hellish cloak of fire,
It is easy to misconstrue,
But that doesn't make it true!"
"Yes! Despite his infernal charcloth,
All he wants is to spread the warmth!"

"Now now, let not the gossip lead us astray,
Let's mind our business and twinkle away!"

For me to assume that stars discuss,
Us humans and all our fuss,
It's this desire,
That makes me a satire to this satire,
A mocker to be mocked!