Fell To Earth Poem by Ima Ryma

November, nineteen fifty four
I fell into a strange new place,
Struck some lady and left her sore.
My outer hit her inner space.
She hoped to make money off me,
Tried to sell me for a high price.
Her fortune did not come to be.
She uttered words that were not nice.
A while later she gave me to
A museum for my display.
Time went by as the decades do.
I'm still here to this very day.

Yes, I am still alive all right.
Earthlings call me meteorite.