Catch a falling star and put it in your ... pocket?
Oh no. I don't think so. Surely your new spangly possession will get covered in lint and grubby bits of thread should you conceal it about your person in the manner suggested by that old song.
And what if you forget all about this star in your pocket and it goes through the laundry machine by accident? Just like what happened to that bleached dollar bill of your's that they won't accept at the grocery store now? A whole solar system of misfortune is going to come raining down your head, that's what.
So I'd think twice before putting any heavenly bodies that have plummeted to Earth in my pockets if I were you.
Plus, how can you be absolutely sure that this object that comes hurtling through space and crashing into our atmosphere before landing at your feet is actually a star?
It might be a lozenge of frozen urine dispatched from the ejection chamber of a passing aeroplane. Wish upon a piece of frozen piss? No thanks. And besides, you'd feel pretty bloody stupid walking around with a rock of urine in your pocket wouldn't you? Especially when it melted!
Frankly, for the sake of your own sanity, it's probably best if you avoid stars altogether and shun anything to do with them, especially concealing them about your person. You'll only get yourself into a whole horoscope of trouble.
