8 May 2012
Yet another poem from the bottom of my drawer. This time, it's from the eleven year old me. Enjoy~
They arrived on a Sunday evening, When the world was fast asleep. They landed on the chimney, With a slightly muffled beep.
Floating on the air they stood, Towering over the land. To them it look dull and wet, Black, white and bland.
But then they spied a creature, Magnificent at its peak. Perfect, with scratches, No damage, no leaks.
It held eyes gold and glowing, A body white as snow. They all just hovered, watching, Then grinned and crouched down low.
They slid towards the creature, It stood there, proud and tall. They prowled across the pavement, They flattened against the wall.
They marvelled at it, staring, Then doubt crossed their eyes. But Zogg had been here earlier...? He obviously had lied.
"This beast is no animal?" They exclaimed and shouted "Oh!" Then turned in disappointment, And flew away in their UFO.
The Car • Opuss № I