Alien From Tangerine Sun

I think he comes from the Tangerine Sun, she said. I wondered about this, but she added his name was Tedd. He’s cool and suave, debonair, fancy, gloriously bright and keen. I think he’s a star of some kind, a consort to their queen. I had to see this runway type of an alien guy. Don’t question my instincts; please don’t ask me why. He sauntered up to me and asked me to take him to our king. I told him that I would but his lazars he could not bring. He put down his weapons, and sauntered toward me in a swishy way. I wondered what he would be doing to us by the end of today. He did not make small talk, preferred to sit in silence, being grand. I asked if he wanted anything. He said “yes, a jazz band.” So we brought out the band, and they gave him a taste. Of what our music sounds like. He began to twist at his waist. He boogied and two-stepped and began hopping around. He radioed the mother ship “come on down, I have found….” A wonderful planet that loves orange, and is jazzy. A place where we can swim, dance, play, and be snazzy. A bigger ship landed, and fancy aliens came out. Being fancy and noticed, is what they were all about.