10 July 2012
There was a chap called Creeper, Who swore he saw the light. It happened one dark winters eve It gave him such a fright.
He said They pulled him upwards To bigger lights up younder. His state of mind at this here point, You really have to ponder.
He talked of beams and little green men, Of questioning and The Test. (By now he's wanting another drink He really was a pest.)
The Test was given to all those who Were taken to Their craft. To see if they were suitable. (Honestly, he really was quite daft)
A host they made him, so he says, To propagate the species. He begged us to record it all, To add it to our thesis.
A thesis we students had to write, On anything strange or weird. To give to our professor guy, With his impressive pointy beard.
I noted down all that he said. (To be honest I was highly doubtful) And off he staggered to his home Having had more than a mouthful.
Now was it just the drink that spoke, Or was it something deeper? For that was the final night, We ever saw Jimmy Creeper.
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