Treasure Island

Christopher Morley

(5 May 1890 – 28 March 1957 / Haverford, Pennslyvania)

Ballade of a horoscope


Astrology we sing!
Though people don't adore us
The horoscope's the thing
That makes allowance for us:
Our resolution porous?
Our morals vertigo?
We had the Sun in taurus
The Moon in Scorpio.

To both extremes we swing
While moderates deplore us-
Now full of visioning,
Now tough as dinosaurs.
At least they'll not ignore us,
And if our tastes are low,
We had the Sun in taurus
The Moon in Scorpio.

Then let the Scrpion sting
And let the Great Bull gore us:
An alibi we bring
For conduct indecorous:
Yes, when our mothers bore us
The stars were thus and so-
We had the Sun in taurus
The Moon in Scorpio.

O Zodiac, restore us
When friends are shocked. You know
We had the Sun in taurus
The Moon in Scorpio.

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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