Old Jo-Bob checked his still one night,
What he saw gave him a terrible fright.
One eye and one ear
They were drinking his beer,
With feet that glowed with red light.
It seems their ship was stuck in a tree,
So they decided to stay and partEEE.
He watched them dance
until they fell in a trance,
and slept soundly 'til quarter to three.
After awhile they righted their ship,
And flew off with a bit of a dip.
Bob started to drink
And tried not to think,
Had been true? or just another bad trip..........
For the Aliens contest..
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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