Alien Invasion

Alien Invasion I have something to whisper to you, About the depths of the poet seas But when I start typing on my way I begin the order, but wait; I find a key. The words of this write, The muse hesitates and says; will it be right? The words came from an alien room; The poet is laughing; he is dynamite! The dark side of the moon has a light, See those aliens working; they're in repair Around the corner and up through the woods For grandmas house, we go to see if aliens are there, for if they are, she'd be in her despair. Wow, you think this poem is a bomb Get a grip; it won't be long we are gone! So, the alien invasion is an attack, You better move your ass; we need brawn!