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Aliens at the Movies

Letting them know what they're in for...

By Bryan BuffkinPublished 8 months ago 2 min read
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Their starship blackened town square

And the people below held their breath

The white beam blew back our papers and hair

The sounds scared the children to death.

Their gangly forms came into focus

As the transporter beam did subside.

They towered over each and every one of us

They’d four arms, two tails, and twelve eyes.

I approached their platform with paper in-hand

The ambassador that my people trust.

I came forth to listen to all their demands

I would comply and do what I must.

“Good day,” they said through the tablet they held,

“We come here and mean you no harm.”

“We’ve seen your advancements; you’re smart, so we’re told,”

“We don’t mean to raise such alarm.”

“We’re thankful,” I said, “to have you as guests.”

“We’re good hosts, I’m sure you will see,”

“I come here to ask of you just one request,”

“That you trust and you walk beside me.”

We walked through the town, these aliens and I,

Along with a hundred in tow,

We entered the theater and I walked them inside,

“I’ve three movies to you I will show.”

They slithered down to the section in front,

Armed with sodas and popcorn and snacks,

Their twelve eyes went wide, they let out a grunt,

All their senses came under attack.

The first featured the starship Nostromo,

When an alien attacks it in space.

The visitors writhed in the chairs sinking low,

When Ripley just burns off its face.

The second one featured some troopers,

gunning-down bugs en masse,

The visitors stared at it, stupered,

As Rico machine-guns that ass.

The last one featured Will Smith,

Flying jet planes around in the sky,

He struggles with alien spacecraft,

Until he gets one he learns how to fly.

The visitors don’t like this movie,

And they scoffed as the ships got blown up.

They really disliked Jeff Goldblum when he

Smoked cigars as the main ship erupts.

The lights came on in the theater

And there standing strong was Will Smith.

“Welcome to Earth,” did he utter

They now know that this man’s no myth.

Back to their ship did they flee,

And we waved our goodbyes as they split.

They know that we are as nice as can be,

But we will by no means put up with their shit.

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About the Creator

Bryan Buffkin

Bryan Buffkin is a high school English teacher, a football and wrestling coach, and an aspiring author from the beautiful state of South Carolina. His writing focuses on humorous observational musings and inspirational fiction.

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  • Ghulam Fayyaz5 months ago

    The sounds scared the children to death. haha its funny

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