The Twilight Zone
Driving along the dark deserted road,
only noise I heard was the croak of a toad,
passing on either side the silhouettes of the trees,
my window rolled down enjoying the cool autumn breeze,
Turning on my sirius radio to a brand new station,
hearing a familiar voice saying theres an invasion,
Rod Sterling comes on and tries to warn me,
too late the trees come alive and I've nowhere to flee!
Quickly getting out my husband's chainsaw from the trunk,
I finally on the third try crank it up with a little luck,
the huge alien trees surrounding me not realizing I'm American and tough,
run away like sapling sissy's to their waiting ufo's and quickly blastoff.
Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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