Treasure Island

Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)

'Aliens'....Mostly...


My right hand on the arm rest starts to cramp
I daren't release the tether lest I leap
My left hand shields my eyes, a trembling clamp
A millimetre gap affords a peep.

And so I watch as Ripley finds the nest
(this scene's the best, you're free to disagree)

…to rescue Newt, her suicidal quest
….in whom the viewers have their hearts invested
…..Ripley flambés alien eggs with zest
……then plucks the girl before she is digested
…….checks the Queen in battle breast to breast
……..and leaves us on a cinematic crest!

But six years on, we're told Newt WAS infested;
Why did we bother seeing ‘Alien 3'?

Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, August 12, 2014

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  • Bri Edwards (5/18/2013 9:11:00 PM)

    i never saw the movie. did you mean for disagree to rhyme with 'Alien 3'? i didn't notice that at first. (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (5/6/2012 8:40:00 PM)

    Most alien of you. Was newt infest! Or Newt to old to reinvest? Maybe not as cute or mute as in original quest. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (3/20/2012 3:30:00 AM)

    This is good but for all of that who survived, the boom'n cat! Then when left along, long time on Red Dwarf what into a homonid did morph, the bleedin' cat of corf! The moral here may be stodgy but in survival time it'll be the moggy. So when at some time, into space we go, put a crew of cats on Nostromo.

    Scared the milk off my whiskers. (Report) Reply

  • Patti Masterman (3/19/2012 11:09:00 PM)

    You have an endearing touch with everything you write. You just gotta love sci-fi! I knew I wasn't the only one
    who employed the 'peaking-between-the-third-and-fourth-fingers! (Report) Reply

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