Getting Ready For My Day On Earth
I shook out my earth body which smelled like garlic and grass.
Want one of these? I asked my husband. He said, “I’ll pass.”
Whenever we come to this planet, we have to look the part.
It’s difficult putting on this suit, and he does not have the heart.
If we could dress as any animal here, I would choose a cat.
My husband would b e a gorilla, huge, hairy and fat.
But the only talking animals here are humans sadly.
So, we have to squeeze into these suits. Mine smells quite badly.
Be sure and iron it, sweetie, my husband said with a laugh.
He is heading toward the Earth Zoo, dressed as a giraffe.
He does not mind not speaking most of the day.
But I have to speak to people, for it is the alien way.
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