Ancient Astronauts,
You taste like Mayans
You forbade the Israelites
eating crispy bacon
You left puzzles lying round
for us to find
Don’t you think that that
was rather unkind?
Your mysteries got us thinking
which interfered with
our time for drinking.
You built the Sphinx
You built Ancient Rome
Then you left us alone
when you returned home.
Ancient Astronaut Dad
do you love me the most?
I’ve made your favourite meal
Canned spaghetti on toast*.
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*Coming soon. With pictures.#
#Don’t build it up too much idiot, its not that good.%
%Neither is this poem.^
^Poem? You call this a poem. This is rubbish. But its Saturday and I had to post something.”
“Well what are you going to post on your poetry blog then>
> …………….. the same thing?
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