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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required [Dearest American friends... Gloucester is pronounced ‘Glosster’] * A sleepy old town in deep darkest Gloucester A stranger in town must be an imposter He doesn’t eat and he doesn’t drink And he speaks to a man with his lips out of sync The man said you speak with an alien tongue The last word he heard... our invasion’s begun The man’s dying thought as he went off to heaven Was that was three words but his lips moved for seven There is a lake with an island with trees on And a real pretty woman appears for no reason She’s stood by a man who’s incredibly ripped He’s a scientist and to the waist he is stripped He looks at the woman and gives her a gun And he doesn’t ask why her shirt is undone She aims at the stranger, why are you here The scientist tells her, it aint for the beer He said I’ve not seen him, don’t know where he’s from But there is a planet I call Skoxalom And as there’s some music to give us a scare I think he’s a Skox and he’s just come from there Soon there’ll be hundreds, perhaps thousands more I know this although it’s not happened before We could get some jets to nuke him real good Or maybe just stab him with stakes made of wood Or stick him with virus to poison his blood Or bury him in that convenient mud Or take and keep him caged up in my lab To find out if maybe he’s really a crab The woman said stranger I’m struck by your silence I’m thinking that maybe you’re scheming some violence The stranger then muttered through out of sync lips I do not speak for its not in the script And then it rained, it was just a light drizzle The alien died as they watched his skin sizzle The alien sagged and fell into a bog The girl and the scientist went for a snog A banjo man cheered at the Skox’s destruction The words on the screen said... ‘A Netphlix Production.’
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