Once a girlfriend talked me into seeing a famous astrologer with her.
I don’t believe in that nonsense, but damn the things you do for love.
The astrologer said you’re a Pisces, she’s a Leo, it will never work;
Poppycock I said, you can’t base our relationship on the stars.
She said I don’t know. My astrological readings are usually right.
As if a rational dispelling of that astrological nonsense,
For a full year our love was like a romantic paradise despite the stars
Until my ex-girlfriend ran off with the astrologer
Don’t tell me that was in the stars.
Bob Boyd
