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He Came in Through the Bathroom Window

Sitting there reading my book
A noise I heard, so I took a look
Standing by the window opened wide
Was an alien desperately trying to hide
His face was contorted into a horrid frown
For my bodily gases his nose had found
His eyes were watery and bloodshot for sure
Finishing my business seemed the only cure
Standing tall, I greeted him with an open hand
He peered at me and could not understand
Sitting upon my throne was his intention
And doing an alien poop , did I mention?
When finished he smiled and waved goodbye
Disappearing in a spaceship up into the sky
He came in through my bathroom window
I just thought you all would really like to know

This poem was written by Evan Forrester on Sep 23, 2007.

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