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Taken by an Alien to Grubbly Bubbly
I did not ask to be taken to his leader for I was in my nightie.
But the alien zapped me with a spray and I was there, all righty
I was trembling as I faced the machine they called grubbly bubbly
“What ideas are you here to steal?” He asked. His mouth was wubbly.
I began to tremble and wobble, and the alien zapped me with vim.
“He asked you a question,” he hissed. “I suggest you answer him.”
I was terrified now, and I tried to speak, but I was too scared to talk.
I don’t think she’ll be any trouble, the machine said. So take a walk.
I woke up in my back meadow, hoping the whole thing was a dream.
But every time I closed my eyes that night, I saw that intimidating machine.
A grubbly bubbly is terrifying I told myself, I am glad we got away.
A bunch of giggling beside me showed the alien was continuing to play.
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Caren Krutsinger
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