Under my bed he does spend his time,

Yes he lives under there, its pretty cool,

Every so often he does peek out and ask,

For a Corona beer with a hint of lime…J

He and I have been bedroom mates,

Since from space he did cross the celestial gates,

His space ship buried in the side yard,

A deep French drain the owners think is there,

But in reality, his ship does therein reside,

He helps me to be a better, sometimes, bard…J

Stalks the park does he at night,

Cats his main prey, his eyes full of light,

He has a cloak of invisibility so he is outta sight,

A meal he rarely gets, he smells so of an alien blight…J