Zarg slithered slowly on slime, like a slug,
and seemed quite disgusted to meet me.
He looked like a maggot and buzzed like a bug,
his tentacles waving to greet me.
“I’ve travelled the earth for a year and a day”
said Zarg, wiping drool from his face.
“I’ve made up my mind that I simply can’t stay.
I think it’s a terrible place!
Butterflies dance with their pastel-paint wings.
Rainbows curve gems through the sky.
I thought I’d enjoy how the nightingale sings,
the busy way hummingbirds fly.”
A tear fell from each of his twenty four ears.
“This planet is starting to bug me.
You might think it’s great, but to me it appears
so perfectly, horribly ugly.”
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Paul Hughes 2010
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illustration: http://fotolog.miarroba.es/inesperados/alien-simpsons-codos-125/
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