I was able to recover
A bit more quick than I’d first say
And not in an aloof regard
Not rude in any way
It was after I heard the monster
And the raspy voice it had
Like meeting a green Martian
Well, really not that bad
It had a painted arrow
On its checkered flannel shirt
A single sort of bullseye
And wow, that’s gonna hurt!
But I was there to meet him
Not judge or throw a stone
As long as I stayed safely
And would be able to go home
It started with an arrow
And then a bow of hair
I pulled the strings so quickly
The thing soared through the air
It hit the little green man
But not on his old shirt
Just between his little toes
Before it hit the dirt
The little man was happy
That I was such an awful shot
He chased me to my spaceship
And in my ship I got
I flew back here to safety
And now I rest my head
And realize just how lucky
I am that I’m not dead
©2023 CBialczak
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Fun poem Christine! Thanks for the inclusion.
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Very funny! Great poetry as always.
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Thanks
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