Alien Goings On Poem by Phil Soar

Alien Goings On



“Greetings” said the Alien, when found roaming the street
It had a head like a bowling ball and donkey’s tails for feet
As people ran away in shock, it gave a puzzled look
It had landed at the local library and wanted to read a book

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