Out Of Gas - A Tale From Possum Lake Poem by Robert Eckstein

When Ma saw the alien come walking in, she felt her knees get weak,Luke told her it was quite all right, and said 'I've just called Zeke.
'He's bringing a few jugs of shine, the saucer's low on gas.
'It's parked out there, behind the shed, a foot above the grass.
'Zeke says the shine's a little raw, but it should work okay.
'I think there's time for a quick bite, but the alien can't stay.
'His wife is finished shopping, up yonder, half-past Mars.
'He needs to go and pick her up and head back to the stars.
'Their kids are with a neighbor, but she has chores to do.
'Maybe next time when he comes, he'll stay a day or two.
'I'll get the boys together, we'll go down to Possum Lake,
'Do some fishing, have a picnic, share a drink for old times' sake.'
The tanks were filled, the saucer rose and did a quick back flip,
Then faded of into the blue to end the shopping trip.