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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I was seventeen, they say, That I was quite a punk, Living in Las Vegas, With a lady who was drunk. Working as a valet, For a place of ill renown, When I got a bigger break, Working as a clown. Underneath the big top, I could be myself because, Nobody recognized me, For the kind of man I was. One day, subsequently, When the crowd was having fun, Laughing at my clown suit, And my make-up neatly done. I stepped outside the circus tent, For just a quickie break, When suddenly a UFO, Appeared for heaven’s sake. A silver flying saucer landed, Next to where I stood, But when the hatch door opened, Well, I knew it wasn’t good. A beam of light encased me, And it drew me to the ship, I tried my best to get away, And break the saucer's grip. Despite my whole resistance, I was pulled into the hatch, Resigned to my existence, In a game of set and match. Surprisingly, no aliens, Were anywhere in sight, And yet, I heard a disco dance, Resounding in the night. I followed where the frenzied crowd, Was dancing to the beat, But when they saw me as a clown, They thought I had big feet. Immediately, I noticed, That the dancers were female, As beautiful as sunrise, Or an evening fairy tale. They seemed to come on strong to me, Although I was a clown, But no one stayed too long with me, Or came from my hometown. How difficult the dancing goes, With great big floppy shoes, But when the music ended, I offered to recuse. These ladies danced me down, When I never ate my lunch, And offered me a lullaby, With Cream of Broccoli punch. I woke up on a tropical island, And what a sight to see, The daughter of a headhunter, Was slobbering on me. I loved my island paradise, The sand, the surf, the sea, But I had problems, to be sure, With hospitality. Next time that you eat broccoli, Will you pause and let it be? I'm stranded on this island, With a native chasing me.
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