Contrary Mutant
So here begins a brand new tale
Of aliens and mutants
I'm afraid you'll turn a little pale
At sight of naked postulants
But never mind, the night is young
Venusian nuns are rare
The ale is drunk while songs are sung
And Marvin's nasal fills the air
We make a toast to nuns and such
And dancing while we're bare
We cry out loudly 'Much too much!
You'll scare E.T., mon frere
The octopus with seven eyes
Thought Marvin's toast too brash
And yet his oh-so-courteous lies
Made headlines with a splash
"They're Back", the Rozwell Star declared
"We're not alone!" - New Mexico Times
"The End!" another headline blared
Will they punish us for all our crimes?
"I think not,"quoth the motley crew
"We saw that Star Wars flick"
The nuns will pray, and E.T.'s new
Cologne will make them sick
Contributors: | Nym, Francine, Kansas Sam, Evan. |
Poem finished: | 17th July 2003. |