Strangers

The slowing whine as it came to rest
A spacecraft settled down
Like a mother bird into its nest
Glowing there green and round

Smoke spewed from open ports
The air smelled of gas
Little men came out of doors
And laid upon the grass

There soon formed a crowd from town
Peering at this awesome sight
The spacecraft there coming down
And glowing in the night

The mayor spoke and said he knows
What to feed these creatures green
They feed on French tomatoes
And drink the juice of beans

This is why they landed here
By this garden in the grass
But first to have a nice cold beer
From a large and frosty glass

Now arrived the TV news
Those men of truth renowned
And started doing interviews
To spread the word around

Camera trucks and many more
Big frames of antennae
Microphones  by the score
And dishes ten feet high

Beaming waves of HD pics
Popping flashes all around
Sending data high speed flicks
Of the creatures on the ground

Throbbing cables glowing hot
Plugged in every place
Trying to get a camera shot
Of the first from outer space

To scoop this scene
Would guarantee
A place for them
In history


If one could see from outer space
The light from each ones screen
Glowing back in every face
As they peered at those men green

Then finally in a casual way
One begun to speak
In a manner rather cool to say
We come to here in peace

Our trip was going very well
Between some outer stars
When a passenger ask do you sell
Those peanuts grown on mars?

I am the steward here
I serve folks while we fly
Bean juice and good cold beer
And peanuts you can buy

Many times our flights are long
My supply of things run out
We know if things go wrong
The captain starts to shout

We had just crossed the great black sea
A dreadful place to span
This chap had then just beckoned me
For bean juice, another can!

I opened up the saucers store
To take his order back
And It was empty, was no more
The captain blew his stack

We were only half way there
How long here who knows
But the captain does not care
If we need  French tomatoes

Our snifter found your plot
This garden full of greens
French tomatoes all you’ve got
And the juice squeezed from beans

Fear not earthling creatures
And even though we’re green
Maybe strange our features
But our nature is not mean

Steward sir, get the door
Our loading it is done
We now have filled our store
Goodbye ..to everyone!

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