When Ma saw the alien come walking in, she felt her knees get weak,Luke told her it was quite all right, and said 'I've just called Zeke.
'He's bringing a few jugs of shine, the saucer's low on gas.
'It's parked out there, behind the shed, a foot above the grass.
'Zeke says the shine's a little raw, but it should work okay.
'I think there's time for a quick bite, but the alien can't stay.
'His wife is finished shopping, up yonder, half-past Mars.
'He needs to go and pick her up and head back to the stars.
'Their kids are with a neighbor, but she has chores to do.
'Maybe next time when he comes, he'll stay a day or two.
'I'll get the boys together, we'll go down to Possum Lake,
'Do some fishing, have a picnic, share a drink for old times' sake.'
The tanks were filled, the saucer rose and did a quick back flip,
Then faded of into the blue to end the shopping trip.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow wow this was awesome, imaginative in fantasy ink. I love flying saucers as a poetic topic. Fantastic rhyming n humor. Kudos. Nice to read from your pen again, I hope u will too my latest.