Plan Ten From Outer Space!

Plan one had failed.
Hugging was not the answer.

Plan two never made the cut.
You just can't make it happen with words.

Plan three was absurd.
Like anyone would fall for cardboard cupcakes.

Plan four just had everyone laughing.
As if someone would actually think about lights.

Plan five.
Well that never happened.

Plan six took off.
But crashed and burned like paper airplanes.

Plan seven had everyone shaking.
Thankfully someone turned off the power.

Plan eight threw us all off-guard.
Midgets don't make everything better.

Plan nine is what they believe in now.
But I know better than those non-believers.

Plan ten is mine and totally rocks.
Cause aliens are always the way to go!

Bring on this movie,
give me the rights.

Move over, Spielbergho,
ET from Outer Space is back! 

The End

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