Out of This World: Let the Martians Speak.
01545 Message Urgent. Jet Propulsion Laboratory, California
TOP SECRET. Eyes Only Basis. Analysis and Follow Through ASAP.
Play Tape... "Coming in ..clear on the screen..
It's all black, No, Wait! It's green!"
They all start to shout.
" We've got one! No Doubt!"
" Hold that picture! Oh, God! Eeeee..NNnnnnnn...
" Your intrusions we surely will foil."
Your devices that you send to toil
with one silver arm,
can cause us no harm,
as we wait beneath cold, rusty soil.
End Of Transmission.
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2010
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