Star-signs

My mate he got a new tattoo. A woman pouring water from a jar.

He said “Its Aquarius that’s my StarSign.  Do you know what sign you are?”

I didn’t know what sign I was. Asked him how you tell?

It all depends when you were born if I wanted one as well.

I’d have to find out what I was. Then could get a new tattoo. 

On the way home I bought a book - Astrology For You.

All the stars signs  were set out there for anyone to see.

I was getting really in to this wondered which I’d be.

Perhaps the Lion Leo. Imperious and proud.

A mighty lion on my arm- Make me stand out from the crowd.

Sagittarius the Archer a beast half man half horse,

Letting loose his arrows to help me plot life’s special course.

The duality of Pisces the Fish, or Gemini the Twins.

The reflective world of Libra’s scale when life in balance wins.

Maybe Cancer the Crab, with claws that could grab, every chance ’til judgement day?

Or perhaps I was born under the star Capricorn with stubborn, impulsive ways.

Surely Scorpio could let me know, how to face a life’s travails

Respect to come from everyone. Beware the sting in my tail!

I’d still not found my StarSign and was running out of things that  I might be.

Of course- It would have to be something that reflected my masculinity.

Something that would impress the girls a real macho man.

Maybe Taurus the Bull - out on the pull! Or perhaps Aires the Ram!

But then I  found the information  that no  young lad wants to hear.

All my thoughts of a cool tattoo quickly disappeared.

What it would have to be,  was soon plain to see - The truth slowly emergin’.

My September birthdate, had sealed my fate and I was  Virgo the Virgin!