Send Her Back? Poem by T X Klopfenstein

I overheard my father talking
To my mother earlier this week;
It made me want to laugh so hard
That I could barely speak.

He asked her a solemn question
One that made her wonder
It made me finally figure out
Why I always dream of yonder:

'Should we send her back to Betelgeuse,
Her land of native birth
Or keep her here to terrorize
The blander men of Earth? '

My mother thought it through with care
But I danced without a fuss;
So this is why my head is full
Of nonsense pixie dust!

Why my mind is always in the stars
Why my sanity is loose-
I'm not from the Earth at all,
'Cause I'm from Betelgeuse!