The Moonies and Warsies
All were there
In hopes that the Aliens
Soon would be there
Brynnie was nestled
All snug in her bed
While visions of “X-Files”
Danced through her head
So Krys with her schmatta
And I held her Toaster
We’d just set up a telescope
To see the Aliens (or a coaster)
When up in the sky
There came such a roaring
That Eric woke up
And realized he’d been snoring
Straight to the football field
Maggie flew like a flash
While taking out a flashlight
To Morse code from the college hash
The dew on the field
From the new fallen rain
Reflected in her eyes
She looked so insane
While wondering what to do
Wandering eyes did appear
And a small UFO
Pulled by tiny space deer
With a little space man
On the UFO, filled with jars
We knew in a moment
He must be from Mars
More rapid than an X-Wing
The space deer, they came
The Alien clacked and whistled
As he was calling them by name
“Clack tweet tweet! Clack tweet whir!
Clack whir tweet! Clack whir whir!
On whip click! On click whap!
On whip clack and clack whap!”
Somehow he landed
On top of the roof
But he was on repulsors
So we heard nary a hoof
He teleported down the chimney
Though a small guy he was
And appeared near the tree
In a blue cloud of fuzz
He spoke but five words
“Take me to your leader”
And we knew if we didn’t
We’d be food for a feeder
So we debated where to take him
For we had no president
Clinton had been impeached
And no inauguration yet
Krys and Ami decided
And Mike, he did agree
That the Alien would go with us
To meet the guy Benny
And when the Alien fried him (yea!)
We got out our pokčmon
Which ensued in a pokčmon battle
That lasted till dawn
The Alien, he was winning
Which for Earth was certain doom
And if the tables didn’t turn
Our world would be in gloom
So Ami brought out her secret weapon
And it wasn’t a baboon
After it transformed
We gasped – it was Sailor moon!
She took out her moon scepter
With a yell and a little cry
And after “Moon Scepter Elimination!”
She said “SPACE ALIEN DIE!”
Of course, the Alien didn’t die
He was sent far out into space
At least that’s what we assumed
Since he vanished without a trace
The moral of this little tale
Is that Aliens triumph over right
And that being told “La Vie Boheme”
Really means “Happy invasion and good night!”
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