Monday
Quick! Arm the army
Lucifer has gone barmy
Where’s the witch when we need her?
Having a strop, the silly mare
Stoke the anger of battle
This is more than tittle tattle
Rumours be damned
Satan’s got this thing planned
She primed up her flying disc
A big win came with equal risk
With luck her enemy would be drunk
His power, nob and ego may have shrunk
Like the niceness he once had
Before he went all black and bad
Getting the boot from God upon high
So much became nigh!
It was up to the witch now
To turn the Devil into a cow!
With cunning and luck
She’ll hit him like a damn truck
And end this thing
Like a failed bloody fling
But that was impossible
Like a flying pig was possible
Juniper’s Daughter: Fookin' Weech
Nick Armbrister
A flying saucer landed
In a farmer's fallow field.
It had come from far away,
Beyond Orion's starry shield.
The aliens were mystified.
They giggled and they squealed.
The cows were in the pasture,
Chewing on their cud.
They watched the flying saucer
As it landed in the mud.
They bellowed as the hatchway
Descended with a thud.
The farmer drove his tractor
Beside tall stalks of corn.
A flock of crows erupted
When he tooted on his horn.
They flew inside the spaceship
On that cool September morn.
The aliens were studying
The farmer's dairy herd.
They saw their craft invaded
By the band of big black birds.
Legs retracted, hatchway shut!
The flying saucer whirred!
The moral of this story
Is very plain to see.
It will be written down somewhere
In Alien History.
ALWAYS SHUT THE CABIN DOOR,
AND DON'T FORGET THE KEY!
I have an important message
for man's best friend
humming like rolling wheels at 90
incandescent like a hubcap overhead
listen to this you highway palm readers
the pressure in this tire
is anatomically incorrect
and at four atmospheres
ALERT! ALERT!
all radar units report your locI and foci
on the plan-it planet,
space never got named
by causes and their waiting effects
the secret of death
is to pay no attention to it
I go with the info dear recipient
info in outfo out
if we never meet
tell them I ain't invisible
it may not be much
but it won't be enough either
wheels for legs radio screaming
entertaining beyond abomination
we Febrilacs from planet Nu-Oc
speak our own language,
if monotony generates subtlety
it must be high resolution
because others have done so
is not enough
in zero plastic space
the big molecule
a million moving parts
sonic on the inside freezing out
do we try to figure it out in
here's the secret
amnesia is the root of all comedy
blame it on the invisible
beans from outer space
and their gift
the list of blisters
Another as-I-go poem-and a true story (Even I still don't believe it!!!)
Three years ago, on a clear, nice sunny day...
By son and I were driving, just on our merry way
For some reason, why I wonder, I looked up and was shocked to see
A classic flying saucer, slowly cruising just above me!
Now, needlessly, I'm sure, you'll doubt what I will say
Even I do, but come what may, and even to this day
I couldn't utter a single word, so much was my surprise
I blinked and blinked, and blinked again, I could not believe my eyes!
I merely pointed up, for my son to take note
He followed my pointing finger
And, of a joint, he felt like he had a tote
Our jaws dropped open, both of us agape
It might as well been Superman, flying in his cape
Bright metallic silver, silent as a dove
Cruised on by before us, 500 feet above
Headed east over Queens county
at a slow andcomfortable pace,
I guess there's more out there,
than just the human race
So when next you see a movie
A science fiction tale..
With saucers and aliens too
Don't laugh it off my friend
Cause it is really true!!
the flying saucer
missing my head by an inch
did you notice it?
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