.3. U.F.O.S? Poem by David Threadgold
.3. U.F.O.S?
I saw a spinning saucer
Flying faster than a jet
I don’t know where it came from
Or where it’s going yet
It spun across the dining room
Then out the kitchen door
And only stopped its spinning
When it landed on the floor
Was this a close encounter?
Not so said dear old dad
Your mother threw the thing at me
But her aim was pretty bad
© 2008 David Threadgold
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