The Star

There was a young man who had nothing to do

And for most of the day he would sit on the loo

He would read the newspaper

And read his stars

And in one of them it said

He would be flying to mars

Someday s later he sold his two cars

His bar in Spain

His faithful Great Dane

The very next day he went on his way

With paper in hand

He made no delay

He rehearsed as he went as to what he would say

To all of the people he would meet in that day

“You never guess what…I’m in for a treat

I’ve sold everything, I’ll be going next week.”

‘Where will you be going? You’re going next week!!’

“I’m going to Mars…I’m going to Mars…

I’ve sold everything it says in my stars.”

Well! Most people just smiled

And some raised a grin

But do you know what was most alarming

He said nowt to his wife

No did’nt say a thing

So please if you can

Don’t humour him

Now there’s a darling..

He’s just not tuned in!!

The best thing to do is totally ignore him

And what of his wife

What of her you may ask

He told her eventually

But boy what a task

So now she keeps him amused by buying him flasks.

And setting him all sorts of various tasks

Like dusting and cleaning

And running her bath

And cutting the lawn

And sweeping the path

So the next time someone asks you,

“have you read your stars?”

Remember the man who was going to mars.

Remember his wife

And remember this clause

“You heard it here first its all in the stars.”