*3rd Rock From The Sun* Poem by Josephe Buchanan

*3rd Rock From The Sun*

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Machetes and Lizards, would keep him from crying, a baby who hated the
serpent from birth.
His Mom was his Sun, she new he was flying, from the Island, and back to
the place of his birth.
He remembers her eyes, so enchanted, and lovely, the scent of her purse,
was lipstick, and mint.
A kiss was in order to stop him from crying, again, and again, mommy
followed the hints.

'A little devil he was, a little devil, he is.'

He looks like his daddy, with eyes from his mommy, a mind from the Holy
of Holies, within.
From sin he was born, with the sweet scent of wine, those eyes were so
red, he was certainly jinn.

'A little devil he was, a little devil he is'

Mommy felt guilty because baby was bad, so restless, and perky, its
those eyes that sparkled.
People would stop her, and ask her some questions, regarding his eyes,
they said there remarkable.
Born from tragedy the child was resilient, his brothers were cool, with
colorful faces, before all the cash, and terms of endearment, he knew
they were special, from colorful places.
He travel a lot with daddy, and brothers, the youngest of three, he
really miss mommy. She stayed in the states, and worked as a writer;
his own Louise Lane, oh where is, my mommy?

'A little devil he was, a little devil his is'

Mommy love dad, and dad adored mom. The most beautiful couple, they
struggle for us. With dad in the Islands, and mom in the States, the
family suffered, but in something we trust.
Mom work hard, she save every penny, missing her baby, she fuss, and she
fussed.
She save enough money and got us an apartment, to live in forever, she
fussed, and she fussed.
At the airport she waited so anxious and lovely, she had the apartment
and peace at last.
After we landed my dad saw mommy, and for all that fussing he spanked
her, she laughed.
Mommy and Daddy, two older brothers, me and my family, were finally at
peace.
Baby was mad, from the first time MOM, left him. So when mom picked him
up, baby bit on her check.

'A little devil he was, a little devil he is'

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