The Tale of the Little Green People and their Journey from Mars to Cornwall.

‘This is: The Tale of the Little Green People and their Journey from Mars to Cornwall.

The little green people

were travelling from Mars

they weren’t coming in spaceships,

they were cadging lifts in cars

(that’s just silly).

Their destination: Earth!

Obviously.

Seeking Mirth.

Because they were coming from a cold, laugh-less planet,

that they do ‘not’

fondly call ‘Mother Janet’.

Their landing point,

in Cornwall, Brown Willy –

which was recently voted the number one

silliest, hilliest placename

in a recent poll…

upon Mars,

for the seventh Martian Solar year running.

And then they plan to seek out…

The Eden Project,

(to see if it’s a threat)

Goonhilly Downs

(for obvious reasons)

and Miss Marples Tea Room in Looe

where they are going to have serious words

about a certain missing apostrophe.

(Time passes)

The little green people have integrated well,

and nobody can tell

that they are not from round here;

as they have picked up the lingo,

refused to play bingo,

and are as ‘Ansum’ as the day it is long.

They work hard,

pay their dues,

have learned to love queues,

and can sing ‘Trelawny’ at Will;

but, what will give them away,

is the colour of their skin,

translucent and thin,

and shiny, wet, greenish and gray…

… although their six-fingered hands is probably a clue;

but, not a clincher.’