Alien Hissy Fit
Aliens squirted mustard in my face
(Perhaps they do that in their native land.)
As I squirmed in the hideous embrace
Of a Thing with a nine-fingered hand.
"Yuu no hoold dee pikell, Eardtling scuum!"
They cried with evil grins and pulsing eyes
"Dudes", I said, "dee pikell make it yum!"
This angered them "Yuu teel uz naastee lyes"
How well they knew me, foreign though they were
For in fact, I'm quite the liar
In chorus, then, they growled, "grr, grr"
And chanting thus they set my pants on fire
| Contributors: | dodo, tonedeaf, Neil, Dassn't Say, Kansas Sam, Nym, Francine, Karin, F, N. |
| Poem finished: | 30th July 2003. |