Paul

Out of sight and out of reach, Where is this large, deserted beach? Beyond the moon and sun's rays, Travelling fast for many days. What do we see beneath the sands, 10 warty fingers, looks like hands. It writhes, it squirms, until it's tall, An alien, let's call it Paul. I learn the language, bibble gork, To my surprise, with Paul I talk. He lived on planet Fauks for 2000 years, Has never argued, no need for tears. It's time to leave and come back home, I said to Paul, come please be my gnome. "Gibbit, gibbit, gibbit," he says, "This is where Paul does stays". So if you look far out at night, Look carefully and you will sight, My friend alone, we've called him Paul, Awaiting you to make a call. Two years on I had that call, From my lost friend that I called Paul. He said in words most clear to see, He'd like to spend his life with me. Although quite touched as one would be, I was open clear for all to see, No longer living on my own, Another alien was now my gnome. Forgive me Paul, I could not wait, I was getting into quite a state, The garden pond was looking bare, Without a garden figure there.