Aliens Landed

I have a straw. Found it around. Now it's mine. Only a little dirt from the ground. Into my milk. A deep breath I take. The bubbles are formed, In the milk lake. Frothing over the glass. Down to the table. On to the floor. Momma said," Stop blowing bubbles, Or I'll Take your milk and throw it into the sink! You need to drink it and not make a mess." I don't suppose she saw, The aliens landing on the bubbles. Bet I'm going to be in trouble. Grasping my glass, I emptied it fast. Saved the world from alien bubbles at last!