It was jingle jangled jilly shaped whatever it was,
I just had to laugh at it with its three toes and six paws.
Never seen nothing quite like it. No, never at all,
The beast from the morrow with the curled claws
What was this thing that approached our world?
What was the gender? Was it boy or girl?
Did it mean any harm, or was it deadly to touch?
Would you have blindness by looking at it too much?
Out of proportion, his jilly jangled body wiggled like jello,
His tongue wiggle waggled as he said what I think was hello.
Maybe he was friendly one eye curved in a facial grin,
“Come closer, come closer I want to taste you my friend.”
Run, run, my feet stuck as bonded glue,
Oh me, oh my what was I going to do?
I could see no mouth, but only the wiggle waggled tongue,
I was terrified, but it was having fun.
It came on a UFO from the planet UFI,
Far in space way up in the sky.
The name I had never heard, our spaceships never traveled,
Something to think on, something to unravel.
“No, no. I am not edible, leave me be,” I cried,
They were supposed to come in peace, maybe that was a lie.
He looked at me with his eye that grinned,
And in a light twinkled voice said, “oh well. I will be back again.”
He did not know the rules. No one had said,
Aliens cannot harm me for a dream in my bed.
Like a race for time he dilly dallied away,
And I realized I was safe for another day.
© Cynthia Clark