Sonnet X51

Shall I compère thee through a summer’s day?

In balmy climes the Earth shows her best face.

Although our ultraviolet levels may

Prove halmful to thy pallid carapace.

Behold! Our planet has an axial slant;

This hemisphere now basks in golden rays.

Please drop that probe and mind-control implant;

Let's frolick in green parks and tranquil bays!

Release me from this stuffy UAP,

And breathe fresh air beneath our yellow sun!

Thy compound eyes grow dim - but what ails thee?

Thy respiration slows - u ok hun?

Note: specimen can't breathe, or move, or see,

In temperatures exceeding 83*.

* 83 Fahrenheit or 28 Celsius.