Aries as the first sign eagerly sets the stage,
Battering through the Zodiac on a rampage.
Colliding now with Taurus who was napping in the grass.
Didn't stop to apologize...what a brazen ass.

Eventually, the languid bull begins his morning stroll.
Foraging for grass and hay; his favorite food I'm told.
Gemini now comes running by, never ones to sit.
Hurrying is a way of life, not a chance they'll quit.
Imagine seeing two of you when looking in the glass.
Joking: "I'm the pretty one; you're the one with class."

Keeping with the Zodiac, Cancer's next in line.
Living with a disease's name isn't too divine!
"Moonchildren" we called ourselves...our 15 minutes of fame.
Nobody past the '80's remembers that woo-woo name.

Only true believers can list twelve signs and dates,
Placing them in order with their corresponding traits.
Questioning looks--we get them, even playful jibes,
Requiring frequent sageing to straighten out the vibes.

Some think Leo the vainest sign and nurse Virgo the least.
The jury's out but I can say: "He's a charismatic beast."
Under Libra's fair visage you'll find a legal mind.
"Virility" slips from wetted lips when Scorpio walks by.

World-traveling sportsman is the Sagittarius way.
X-rays, invented by Capricorn, beats all that, I'd say.
You know about Aquarius...Fifth Dimension told you so.
Zodiac's psychic, Pisces, says: "It's time for you to go."