who could know the truth.
The writtings on the wall
could be the trickery of sleuth.
An alien investagator
flew into the land,
as Pharoah cracked his whip
upon the backs of mortal man
The inscription tells the story
of a face within a bubble.
He's probably still laughing
at our ancient little Hubble
Space is not the Empty
final frontier
it's full of little green men
who want to live here.
They helped with the pyramids,
and took Earth's virginity
They wrote the heiroglyphics,
and laugh at our stupidity.
You can laugh all you want,
if it pleases you,
'cause I know what this poem's saying,
most of it is pooh!
I'm sorry, Boo...I couldn't resist.
You can boot me ifin' ya want.
Honorable mention
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