Alien Abduction
You were what darlin? !
Abducted by who?
Sorry... your slurring, can't understand you...
Bless you! what aliens? are you really sure
How many....what two, three
No.... more like
Four
Nights ago you stepped out for a drink
Friday to tuesday
How stupid do'ya think?
Oh bless you!
Your sobbing and your head really aches
Let me check, back of your neck
For the marks aliens make
Your tears they are enticing
Your distress certainly shows
Oh my gawsh darling
Your nose it doth grow
I wish they had kept you
For experimental muse
Cause quite honestly honey
Im regretting the
One i doth choose
Ill run you a bath
Ill cook you some tea
Now sleep on the sofa
You filthy rotten sleaze
poem by Karen Sinclair
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