The Visitors
What a boom!
Crack of doom - Every room Is quaking And shaking Things breaking From the club from the pub village hub running feet people meet in the street as they stare at the flare in the air Any light in the night is too bright To ignore and they saw more and more In the sky flashing by very high - Did a shock shatter rock and unlock Living light green & white on the night? Did a star fall too far leave a scar? Or a craft? Don't be daft they all laughed Was the fire in a gyre something's pyre? Academe Sent the cream Of their team Men in suits Shiny boots In cahoots With Whitehall Had a ball With it all - What a joke! Harried folk Never spoke In the drama One farmer Stayed calmer Took a swig Slew a pig Cut a twig From the boughs That allows You to dowse (With a fork) Took a walk With the pork In the night To the site Of the fright By an orch- ard his torch hit a scorch And he found Something round In the ground On the hill Farmer Bill Lit a grill Oh the smell On the fell wrought well - Only then Nine or ten Tiny men With noses Like hoses On roses Guts grumbling Feet stumbling Came tumbling To feast On the Beast Deceased Bill’s bacon Was taken Unshaken He set His net For a bet Purple eyes Silver thighs Were the prize But the farmer Sans armour Had karma - Raw meat Was a treat Razor jaw Silver claw Simply tore At the mesh And the fresh Human flesh How he bled As they fed On his head Not a stain Of his brain Would remain Not a hair Of him there Anywhere ... The police found a piece Of his fleece It was day- Light so they Got away No-one knows What still goes On in those Silent fells No-one yells No-one tells But each year People here Disappear |