“ABOUT YEAR 29,018: HIS MAMA MUST-A BEEN SO PROUD OF SUNNY J!” a poem. Mothers Day – May 13, 2018: Sunday. a.k.a.: “From, Aliena 612W: Report #2, Re: Slowly Revolving 3rd Stone In Backwater System Gamma, Sincerest Apologies, Commander, But This Is All We Could Recover!”
Eons ago, when This Terra was NEW, they had the-simplest system chips,
And THEY DID NOT (can you believe this?) employ-telepathiacs, but-played with their “lips!!!”
From these dark, dark ages (”Dog” knows how they kept alive!),
We’ve retrieved some-records; I guess you’d call them “a hive!”
They were silly, little, hard-lustre me-(as opposed to I-)hips (pause)
Somehow, they had “social talk,” transferred via “ships!”
We have found, me thinks, the Leader of this Band,
Of carbon-based sloths, we can barely understand:
His “handle,” maybe – J JAY, who transferred words in verse,
On this backwater system, which was obviously perverse!
He was probably their President, Premiere or Combat Leader,
We think He had a consort,
In “OZ-Trailee-A” did He meet-”Her!”
They ruled with conviction, with love and with joy,
And tried to put a little smile (pause)
On every girl and boy!
We hail to his Moum, who must-a “raised” Him right,
To Shed A Bit Of Light!*
*Cordially, Amin-Ra-Ra, Alien-a 612W, Out!