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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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