© G. V., 07-30-2013, All Rights Reserved
Chicken Cot UFO
It crossed the gloaming skies above the roofs,
in awe we followed thence, its jazzy course;
mysterious would be the incensed spoof
this ireful ship, upon us, would enforce.
..We said! Abominable was the ship
that drew its perfect eights in air with hum;
predestined to avenge our ego trip,
atrocious poulets, would not succumb.
The chicken soldiers were a frightful troop
in pink-pistachio uniforms with spots,
that insolent, bombarded us with poop,
which fell upon our heads, devoid of thoughts.
In order to placate the chicken troop,
some started to recite their verse to skies,
(and that ferocious, attacking group),
- bird poems they opposed to battle cries.
The angry war-birds listened to the verse,
that was composed by stunned, exposed confreres,
their cackle was bemocking and adverse,
while classic wore on heads, rouge voluperes.
This myth reflected what would happen if
extraterrestrial cots invaded Earth,
relentless chicken-birds in martial tiff
would poop upon some artists of top worth.
© 12/11/2013, G. V.enetopoulos
moop = Matter Out Of Place