Alien

ALIEN Someone came to my room last night An alien, I am sure, in frisson of delight He crumbled on my dilly springbok breasts And kissed my **** between love and rests He was good at love, so how could I fight? He was from a planetoid, a quicksilver lake He stopped by my humble hut and saw me awake He never thought of amber swan up for a take He smiled like an early bird and put out the light He was good at love, so how could I fight? He had a wispy whisper to tell his tale Which began in a Blanagram and ended in a whale “My little Mary sunshine my hands go downhill You are an earthling a cure for alien spill You are a maritime dream of red sea squill” I burst at the seams, a jiggery-pokery prank, a twist Our love went on hand in hand and hand over fist I sang a willow’s song “How a maid can milk a bull!” I had no hammer, a chisel, a drake or a drool But he was good at love, How could I resist? Next day I bled and I was fresh as tart I slept with an alien and took other's part After all he was right, he lost his star chart. © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY 27th October, 2014