Tom's U.F.O.
Yes, it's true....
My cousin stopped by,
To visit me....
And was horror stricken
To see
A U.F.O. in my kitchen!!
He was in such shock,
His pants he did pee,
There it was,
Black and mysterious,
Frightening beyond words!
His eyes rolled back into his head,
And out he ran,,
Screaming so loud,
He had frightened people running
in stampeding herds!!!
As I stood, with alien weapon
In hand,
As the smoke of fear,
I fanned....
Yes, it's true,
The horrible sight
Of Tom's U.F.O.
No one would stay,
They all would never know....
For Tom's U.F.O.,
Not an alien craft....
The alien "weapon"
A spatula
Which they feared more
Than Dracula....
No, not an alien craft,
They all were daft
For Tom's U.F.O.,
Gruesome as it was,
To create a screaming "cuz",
Was an Unidentifiable Frying Object!!!!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment