I’d landed in a bed of green with sweetly scented nap
And there before me saw a mass with slowly moving flap
I tapped into its thought process to bid the thing good day
To my surprise it made a hole and launched a sound like “mwaaay!”
Startled, I retreated to assess this monster’s aim
The rods, that kept it on the ground, then moved and at me, came
The part that held the moving flap was jerking up and down  
In terror, I dispelled myself and turned my tunic brown
Making haste, I turned around and headed for my ship
I slipped up on a ghastly mound and uttered sounds like *#Blip#*!  
I leapt into my trusty craft, relieved I’d not expired
Put the thing in mega-warp and prudently retired.