A Hungry Alien
A Hungry Alien
Saw a flying saucer that was hovering over our street
So, I walked up to it, with a view of a meet and greet
When an alien opened the door drooling at the mouth
Asked in a rasped voice was there a McDonalds about
Indiana Shaw . . .
"True story, he, he, he" . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2022
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