Sheila
A Day At the Fair With an Alien
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Yawning, I gazed from window pane
As dawn sun began it’s daily reign.
Cat stumbled out yon barn
Whence perhaps chased a ball of yarn.
Mayhap she had been bravely mousing,
Perhaps tabby was chicken rousting.
Then, behind her came a strange lass …
Wiped I did mist from damply dewed glass.
Tall, willowy, her skin strangely hued
Psychedelic hallucinogenic head imbued
🎵🎶“Pour me another tequila Sheila,”🎵🎶 Bobby Bare crooned.
As radio echoed me…, I almost swooned.
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From behind the creature I quietly snuck,
Chaotically whirling thoughts awestruck.
In my brain I heard these words,
“Do not fear. I only listen to the birds.”
“Okay…, you like birdsong?”
Turning, she gazed at me long;
Soul deep eyes neath colorful patches,
Like she won (lost?) paint throwing matches.
She was weirdly attractive, colored nice I guess.
“My ship is behind yon edifice.”
My mind stepped back from slippery precipice.
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A four digited hand stretched forth to me;
Color swirling in palm like a rainbow sea.
I asked simply, “What’s your name?”
Yeah, I know, I’m suavely lame.
“Call me Sheila,” was silent reply.
Sheila… figures. I didn’t bother to wonder why.
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From my sister’s closet I adorned her
Since her skin was covered in soft downy fur
Cowgirl hat, scarf, sunglasses, padded boots;
We headed out, Sheila leaning on me like in cahoots.
We went to Iowa corn festival in harvested field
To explore what more today would yield.
Yes, I took an alien Sheila to the county fair
Feeling like Forest Gump on a chocolate box dare
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Aliens have a good sense of humor
Despite old movies and horrific rumor.
Sheila tinkled a silent giggle when a cow farted;
Wonder adorned her face as horse race started.
Mane flowing, princely stallion bowed;
Locking gaze with Sheila through bustling crowd.
At animal pen a raging bull snorted and pawed dirt,
Then dipped his head for caress, no wish to hurt.
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On hay ride a child wistfully queried
Why Sheila looked thin and wearied.
Sheila stroked little girl’s errant lock;
Feather light touch like a dust bunny flock.
Hay stuck in places not publicly scratched;
Poking her bum like chickens newly hatched.
Silence did not communication lack,
As little girl giggled on gunny sack…
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Sample we did corn, peas, squash, green beans;
Vegetarian leanings it would seem.
Butter ran down her rounded chin -
Sheila swiped and licked, sporting wicked grin.
“Ish vewy good,” she telepathically claimed
“Mental mouthful?”, I belly laughed and exclaimed
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Sheila loved dirty rooting pigs;
Marveled at sweet sun kissed foreign figs;
Cocked head at a restless toddler’s fidget;
Flicked molasses from a bean dipped digit.
Gazed at smiling people passing by;
Eternity in reflective gaze upon cloudless sky.
Then we passed the his and hers,
Alien face wrinkled like a mangy curs.
Wasn’t quite so happy by port-a-pot
I almost snorted a wad of snot
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Cotton candy in hand, clambered on ferris wheel,
She took to the ride with zest and zeal.
Stopped at top, wonder filled world below
As I lazily swung us to and fro.
Swaying in breeze, skin heat kissed;
Below, crowds of farmers rubber duckies missed.
Cowgirl hat lifted in errant wind gust
Shifting a rainbow patina, beauteous just.
Jumbled images of harvest, apple pie, grandkids
Filtered through; pictures behind transparent eye lids.
Sheila looked toward the horizon
As we swung there above a world with alien eyes on
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When once returned to the farm
My frail humanity with not a harm;
I showed her the house, picture of dad and mom.
These she gazed at with thoughtful aplomb.
“I must go to make my report”
I touched her fingers before I could abort.
She smiled and wafted a telepathic kiss
Then departed silently, leaving thoughtful bliss
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I think about her now and then
Hoping her report had a positive spin
I play Bobby Bare now when I’m blue
Always looking for a rainbow hue
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I am more story teller than poet, but I hope you got a chuckle. Regardless, take your alien somewhere friendly. Hope you enjoyed it.
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Comments (3)
Andrew this was fantastic!!! Beautifully written!!! Love this!!!♥️♥️💕
Now I want to go to a fair again dang gum.LOL She came at a good time to see humanity. As I've come to expect now wonderful imagery.
Awww, it's so sad that she had to leave. I loved your poem! Ish vewy good!