Ode to an AlienPaul BirtwistleSometimes I sit and wonderWhat I oughta doWhen aliens arrive and say,"Howdy-doody moo."Should I say it back or maybeSomething else instead,Like "Welcome to our land"Or maybe offer them your bed?Should I maybe laughAnd say, "I think your accent's funny,"Or maybe act all seriousAnd give them jars of hunny?Sometimes I sit and wonderWhat I oughta doWhen aliens arrive and say,"Howdy-doody moo!"
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.
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6 comments:
A rising talent. Congratulations.
Why offer them MY bed? Why can't they sleep on the couch?
Ben says, "Nice. It's pretty good.
And Ben, I'm sure, is an expert in all permutations of the fifth-grade-boy genre.
Its flowy and funny.
I would feed them and then develop some form of communication so we could talk.
Paul is so proud to get all of these comments!
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