Alien Uniformity Poem by Ima Ryma

When I first got stationed on Earth,
I got the uniforms I had
To wear, and I was filled with mirth
On how humans did look so bad.
Each uniform from head to toe
Made me look like a human when
Into the outfit I did go,
Complete with cloth and hair and skin.
Because my form was s'posed to be
More younger than older, no doubt
Lots of ironing gets done by me
To try to get the wrinkles out.

My daily choice is just a whim.
I have both human her and him.