The Intoxicated Alien

By Elton Camp Zork from planet Ork is at it again He came, a crop circle to begin Extraordinary power he’d wield Patterns make in a corn field “Earthlings will know we’re here And this will cause them to fear” Zork made sure he wasn’t late So set his saucer to warp eight But even traveling all that fast Several days the trip did last So he brought a bottle of gin But, too often, he did upend Zork reached the field all right But he was extremely tight A most chaotic pattern he made “Go home, alien,” he was bade

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