.4. Going Round In Circles Poem by David Threadgold

Down in the corn there’s a problem
Shapes have been seen from the air
Many thought aliens had landed
Others just came round to stare

Could it have been a great message?
A language that not many knew
Intended for those who could read it
Informing them what they must do

Someone said I was a hoaxer
I must have gone out before dawn
Making shapes look like a message
By riding around on my corn

The landlord from our local tavern
Came up with the answer at last
A bus load of hard drinking students
Had rolled in my field for a blast


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes