[ my grandpa told me of nessie nearly two years ago now, ]

my grandpa told me of nessie nearly two years ago now,
back when he was in scotland, hearding his single cow,
first he saw and alien come down from the sky,
then he saw nessie who killed the alien and made him die,
as he stood in disbelief staring at the two,
he starting walking closer to nessie, stepping in alien goo,
so grandpa asked the monster why are you on my land,
and old nessie replied and said i thought we could perhaps create a rock band,
so it made grandpa promise to learn the guitar real good,
and once grandpa got great at that, it would come back, it would,
so grandma started to help out and sing with her voice,
and they found a leprachaun to play bass, it was really a good instrament choice,
except for grandpa's playing, which he never got better or even good with that pick,
so grandma quit singing, and the leprachaun left real quick,
and old nessie hated his playing so badly,
she left that lake for good, and quite sadly,
grandpa still plays morning, night, and noon,
hoping against hope that nessie will come back soon.