UFOs
All so grand descending from the Mother Ship In and out of our lives they invisibly slip. Their must be some hidden away Somewhere Scientists busy solving the mystery Of just exactly what device is the Captains Chair? Roswell Roswell What did ye see? Nothing or something Or something that was nothing Had ‘ere been seen before. Earth floats in the midst of stars Surely the only spacecraft aren’t ours. What tales do you take back home? Were you watching as I made this poem? Always grandiose... Sign in to see full entry.