They told me I should look out of the window for Mars
Now was it North-East or South-West, and near which of the stars?
I shivered, and I shuddered, into the late hours
Might this go the way of the Leonid showers?
Beckoned by the wafting aromas of the soup bowl
I decided to call off the nightly prowl.
Dodging Red-gazers, their 'scopes cheek-by-jowl
I happily left Astronomy to the owl.