The Flying Saucers

A little bit of fun writing ..... Another lost lamb comes home -

 

The Flying Saucers

 

I had a night out with the boys

the drinks were all for free,

I'm not sure just what we had

but I know it wasn't tea.

I stumbled home, then I stood

by the trunk of a spindly tree

and heard a sound, a scary sound

like the w-a-i-l of a mad banshee

 

I looked towards my own front door,

thought "I might have time to flee"

and found I was transfixed with fright

at the sight my eyes did see.

Some strange thing was standing there

I just knew it wanted me.

I saw it raise a glaring eye

and it seemed to dance with glee,

then with a scream of pure dislike

it headed straight for me.

 

Not being brave I hollered "HELP"

and ducked behind a tree.

With colours bright and flashing light

it seemed to follow me.

I just had time to wish for once

I had been drinking tea.

 

All was still, so I peeped out

so very timidly,

I guess I thought if I moved fast

I might, at last, be free.

My hopes were dashed as with a crash

something slammed into my knee.

Another one came swishing past,

but now bleary eyes could see:

my irate Missus on the porch

throwing saucers, straight at me.

 

Copyright jen-JG 1985

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

another lost one home to roost.. any and all thoughts please.

Reviews

[Nick Erickson]

Oh.......... Jen, you've outdone yourself this time. I laughed so hard when I finished reading this piece I had to wait a few minutes before writing anything.
Excellent imagery, taking the reader one way - to outer space, before bringing them home to reality... that maybe we should all think about how much we drink before going home to the mistress...
Well done!!!

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

I'd think twice before accepting an invitation to partake in the consumption of free drinks. Another creative piece .

Dave

[Mark Pearce]

A nice mental excursion.

[Phil Sanders]

Hilarious .... I am cracked up here .....