These strange fellows
Still record on videotape
Abroad an outdated
Insufficient spacecraft
The shape of
An interstellar bowling alley
By night they hunt for
New age wine
Radio waves
And a slew of hitchhikers
Some they greet
Some they cheat
Some they mistreat
Some they eat
Convenient store gangbusters
Crop circling has seen its better day
Soundtrack enthusiasts
They've a score to settle
With John Williams
They came from a fruitless world
In search of pomegranate skies
And the Big Apple
Even from the far flung
Reaches of space
Everyone's an actor
Some they unseat
Some they beat
Some they reheat
Some they eat
We're odd to them
Because they're gods to us
In a technologically challenged
Unidentified flying object
It's not war they want
Nor invasion
Just dinner theatre
And a reliable map
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
These strange fellows
Still record on videotape
Abroad an outdated
Insufficient spacecraft
The shape of
An interstellar bowling alley
By night they hunt for
New age wine
Radio waves
And a slew of hitchhikers
Some they greet
Some they cheat
Some they mistreat
Some they eat
Convenient store gangbusters
Crop circling has seen its better day
Soundtrack enthusiasts
They've a score to settle
With John Williams
They came from a fruitless world
In search of pomegranate skies
And the Big Apple
Even from the far flung
Reaches of space
Everyone's an actor
Some they unseat
Some they beat
Some they reheat
Some they eat
We're odd to them
Because they're gods to us
In a technologically challenged
Unidentified flying object
It's not war they want
Nor invasion
Just dinner theatre
And a reliable map
Inspired by the poem "If This Beauty Shall Be My Final Curtain, Let It Be Dropped Slowly," by fellow HP writer Mark S.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3705158/if-this-beauty-shall-be-my-final-curtain-let-it-be-dropped-slowly/
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