Sunday, May 10, 2009

My Mother's Day gift from my 11-year-old son. You can take the Shel Silverstein away from the boy, but you can't take the Shel Silverstein out of the boy.

Ode to an Alien

Paul Birtwistle

Sometimes I sit and wonder
What I oughta do
When aliens arrive and say,
"Howdy-doody moo."
Should I say it back or maybe
Something else instead,
Like "Welcome to our land"
Or maybe offer them your bed?
Should I maybe laugh
And say, "I think your accent's funny,"
Or maybe act all serious
And give them jars of hunny?
Sometimes I sit and wonder
What I oughta do
When aliens arrive and say,
"Howdy-doody moo!"

6 comments:

Anne said...

A rising talent. Congratulations.

Dawn Potter said...

Why offer them MY bed? Why can't they sleep on the couch?

Anne said...

Ben says, "Nice. It's pretty good.

Dawn Potter said...

And Ben, I'm sure, is an expert in all permutations of the fifth-grade-boy genre.

Lucy said...

Its flowy and funny.
I would feed them and then develop some form of communication so we could talk.

Dawn Potter said...

Paul is so proud to get all of these comments!