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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