posted on Mar, 7 2012 @ 06:40 AM
This is an old poem that was never looked at so I've souped it up and renamed it for the CWC comp. It's a shame to waste it, it's far too epic. MUST
BE READ ALOUD IN SCOTS ACCENT
As I laid me down to sleep,
I turned when I heard a strange wee beep,
and a window opened in the wall,
and a grey stood there, t'was very small............. ('bout 4ft 6ish)
Well it stepped right through and it floated near
and I quietly gulped and I quelled a tear
And there's something else that I found quite queer,
though his gob stayed shut I could plainly hear...
Don’t fear, said he, we have met before,
last year I popped up through your floor.
Och aye, cried I, so what’s in store?
said he, not THAT....... it’s about your snore.
MY ... SNORE? ... said I, about to freak,
YOU STUCK THAT BB UP MY BEAK?
CAN I HELP IT IF I SNORT AND SQUEAK?
Then he fired this glance that made me weak ...
That’s good, says he, now you beware
or I’ll fix you with my alien stare,
ya hate that, don't ya, Human Kind
...so I said, well if you looked like wigit's avatar I would'nae mind.