All that I see or seem is but a dream within a dream.~
Edgar Alan Poe
Purple Alien Woes
©Lyn Crain
Whoa, the pot belly was smoking hot,
when the door popped right open.
Out came a huge stream of violet,
not sickly sweet smelling lilacs aroma
but a genuine one horned purple alien.
Hey sea monkey, is it safe out here?
I’m really feeling frigging frenzied
after I heard all those crazy humans
sing songs about a one-eyed,
one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater.
How did they know when I came to earth,
that I hid in a prickly tree?
Dang it, Sea Monkey,
you spilled your gut
didn’t you? Can’t trust an urchin!
Oops, I thought you wanted
to play in their band.
You know
Let the good
oh rock and roll
shake up
that horny horn
of yours.
when the door popped right open.
Out came a huge stream of violet,
not sickly sweet smelling lilacs aroma
but a genuine one horned purple alien.
Hey sea monkey, is it safe out here?
I’m really feeling frigging frenzied
after I heard all those crazy humans
sing songs about a one-eyed,
one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater.
How did they know when I came to earth,
that I hid in a prickly tree?
Dang it, Sea Monkey,
you spilled your gut
didn’t you? Can’t trust an urchin!
Oops, I thought you wanted
to play in their band.
You know
Let the good
oh rock and roll
shake up
that horny horn
of yours.
This came about from a prompt that required the following words: sea monkey, pot-belly stove, purple alien and tree.
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