The alien that ordered a takeaway
The alien that ordered a takeaway,
Thought he was in for a treat,
He dialled the number, 3125,
and asked for something sweet.
“Lizard sundae,” said a low pitched grunt,
A gasp came down the phone,
“L-Lizard?” came a tiny squeak,
She sounded chilled to the bone.
“That’s what I said!” The creature grunted,
Now what else should I buy?
Snail tacos please!
Don’t forget the double fries!
“Search the dustbins!” The lady screeched,
“For lizards and snails galore!
How will you pay for all this?”
The alien though and pondered some more.
“I’ll pay when it gets here!” The alien bellowed
But really he had no clue,
His brain was filled with problems,
And felt like it was split in two.
The bike rumbled round the corner,
Shining red and bright,
He snatched his food,
And ran away, into the moon, glowing white!
The alien that ordered a takeaway,
Thought he was in for a treat,
He dialled the number, 3125,
and asked for something sweet.
