This poem is about being abducted by aliens while watching the sunset.

While sitting on the back porch watching the sunset

I was sipping on a budlight

Thought I heard a jet

The object overshadowed the house

I jumped off the porch and down on the ground

It was big, it was green and it was round

I was pulled up into the ship

I was offered some cheese and a little nip

Party pooper is what I was called

I was pushed out of the ship and thought I would fall

I opened my eyes and I was standing tall.

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