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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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Date: 1/20/2012 1:03:00 PM
You kept a smile to my face thru the whole read :o) Awesome write!
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