Ode to a QSO!
We drove in my Jeep,
into mountain skies deep,
Me and my lovely date,
Twas a little past Eight.
In the back my big scope,
I considered with pride,
anticipating the views
at the end of our ride!
When we got to the site,
blighted sore was our hope,
No truss tubes? -Not again!
Then said I; It's true: I'm a dope.
In that dark place 'neath cold stars,
I lamely told her then, abashed, of this.
Ears pounding then, I somehow this did.
then lamely added; "Oh God...Um...well- may I give you a Kiss?"
what happened next I tell you -sadly
I shall not now nor soon reveal.
nor that it hurt -well, not too badly,
didn't even take some months to heal.
then, anyway, so awayward we sped,
And then sped we back again and in haste!
back up to the dark site, with truss tubes too,
and her laughter that journey also graced. This is true.
the big dob then towering 'midst the dim night
among stars twinkling bright began to move
seeking deep sunk trove of ancient light
It's silly- I'd hoped that glint she might approve.
then she stepped up, took a long look in-
far quasar within thar her eye for to see,
and then she said, a little loudly too,
What? see what? Are you kidding me?
So said she; We freaking drove all this way-
That road! we'll end-up stuck!- got fix a flat?
all so- -so you could bring me way up here,
and make me look -at- at THAT??? -answered softly I; yes dear.
got her home a tad late -drove slow, drove safely.
sundry fuzzies; twinkles; blobs; many beauties we'd seen.
I silently thanked my lucky stars, relieved-
at her words as we parted. "well, I liked M13."
Edited by quazy4quasars, 09 February 2020 - 06:12 PM.