What Kind of Idiocy Is This
What kind of idiocy is this?
She asked the strange Alien Miss.
Alien Miss gave her a brutal hiss.
Warning from her deep thought abyss.
Stared into eye of solid blue disc.
What are you here? What is your business?
E.T. asked her if she was a whiz.
No she said, but I do live my bliss.
Can I ask questions, much like a quiz?
Sure she said, not wanting to be remiss.
Gave lots of answers to Alien Miss.
Showed her how to shake hands and give a good kiss.
Lots of attention toward Alien Miss.
Who traveled back to space in deep dark abyss.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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