The Alien Wedding Mike Jubb
When the aliens got married,
The bride was dressed in zeet;
And with a flumzel in her groyt,
She really looked a treat.
The groom was onggy spoodle,
He felt a little quenz;
The best man told him not to cronk
In front of all their friends.
The bride's ensloshid father
Had slupped down too much glorter;
He grobbled up the aisle alone,
Then flomped back for his daughter.
The lushen bridesmaids followed
With such wigantic walks;
Their optikacious oggers
Were sparkling on their stalks.
The bride and groom entroathed their splice,
They swapped a little squip;
Then he splodged her on the kisser,
And she flimped him on the blip.
And after the wedding breakfast,
The stroadling and the laughter;
The loving pair took off for Mars,
And splayed winkerly ever after.
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Poem: The Alien Wedding
