A late lunch at two
The doorbell rings
It’s green little Ted from Mars
Holding bruised roses in an aqua colored vase
Asks if he is too late for
Gazpacho and conversation
I want to say “yes” yet tell him “no”
He slurps his soup and his antenna
Touches all of the fresh baked cookies
Before choosing one.
It grosses me out and then he starts to complain
Taxes and supporting the poor are a burden he says
He just can’t understand why I’m not in love with him.
Finally I have enough
And blast him with my lazar gun.
Here are the rules (I didn’t make them up so don’t praise or blame me).
You are about to sit down for lunch when:
a) an alien arrives.
b) your lunch begins talking to you.
c) the microwave explodes
b) stay and chat?
c) make dessert?
Westerfield © 2012