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confusedciousToday I received a red envelope in the mail. It was posted in Adelaide with no return address given. It contained only a poem, handwritten, but otherwise no indication of who sent it. It is as follows.
IF EVER ALIENS
If ever aliens should visit the earth,
with googly eyes and skin bright green,
as they come down to London,
to visit the Queen,
We'll have one thing in common,
It's an absolute cert,
It won't be our hairstyles,
Or the cut of our shirt,
Our relations in Eastbourne,
Or choice of dessert.
It'll be that our babies,
Though black, green or pink,
Have one thing in common:
They, all of them, STINK!
I am perplexed.
IF EVER ALIENS
If ever aliens should visit the earth,
with googly eyes and skin bright green,
as they come down to London,
to visit the Queen,
We'll have one thing in common,
It's an absolute cert,
It won't be our hairstyles,
Or the cut of our shirt,
Our relations in Eastbourne,
Or choice of dessert.
It'll be that our babies,
Though black, green or pink,
Have one thing in common:
They, all of them, STINK!
I am perplexed.
