Astrological Event

The argument that we were having stopped
When you decided to invoke the stars,
While I insisted hotel minibars
And kitchen floors incompetently mopped
Meant more to me than bald assertions, chopped
And stirred together, boiled in samovars
Like weak tea, and weird comments on how Mars
Determined where my grandmother had shopped.

My granny always shopped where things were cheap,
Except when buying kitchen mops or shoes.
She liked hot jazz, folk music, and the blues,
Enjoyed strong tea, black bread, a good night’s sleep,
And wading in the ocean, earned her keep,
And was imprisoned twice for her strong views.