The aliens have landed.
they're full of laughter and mirth.
They're changing up the colors
for a more colorful earth.
I can't tell my mother.
I won't tell my dad
for to mention these aliens
they'll both say I am bad
To be telling these lies
and making these stories up.
But the aliens are in my backyard
because tall pink grass is growing up.
See, I'm still working on poems about colors. Crazy. But I put my pen to paper and this is what comes out. Put your pen to paper today and see what comes out. Let your imagination run where ever it wants to skip. Nothing has to be real or factual. See where your penning takes you. Have a happy Sunday writing your own poem.
