- Chicken Cot U.F.O. - Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

It crossed the gloaming skies above the roofs,
we followed in awe its jazzy course,
mysterious would be the incensed spoofs
this disaffecting aircraft would enforce.

'Hmm...', we said! Abominable was the ship
deciphering trajectories with hum;
predestined to avenge our ego trip
the alien poulets would not succumb.

The chicken soldiers were a frightful troop
in pink-pistachio uniforms with spots,
and snotty-nosed bombarded us with poop
because our heads were destitute of thoughts.

The Alien ship was rounded like the moon;
each angry bird was using a stun-gun,
the land of origin of that platoon
(and planet) were most certainly to shun.

In order to appease the chicken troop
some started to recite their verse to skies,
confronting the attacking chicken group
poop poems they opposed to battle cries.

The angry war-birds listened to the verse,
indited by the stunned (and pooped) confreres,
their cackle was bemocking and adverse,
upon their heads they wore rouge voluperes.

This myth reflected what would happen if
extraterrestrial cots invaded Earth,
the chicken-soldiers in relentless tiff
would poop upon our writers of top worth.

poop = Poetry Out Of Place