Poem: Flying Saucers.

Flying Saucers.


It was many years ago

But we did it frequently

On odd impulsive evenings

When the stars sparkled

It took a whole bottle of whiskey

And lots of warm clothes

We would lie there flat out upon the grass

Gazing upwards at the heavens

Quick swigs at the whiskey bottle

Would keep us warm inside

There would be many shooting stars

Followed by many fervent wishes

Sometimes we would fall asleep

And wake up with the morning

We never did see UFOs

But perhaps we were too drunk



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