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ALF

He's an Alien from Space

If you think that's a "spoof",

Come in and I'll show you

The hole in the roof.

His entrance was noisy

And not very proper,

And his 'ship' filled that hole

Like an overgrown stopper.

As I crept towards the 'ship',

I heard this "thing" moan,

It was really in trouble,

I could tell by its tone.

Then, we eyeballed each other

Each fearing his lot,

I shouted, "You're hairy."

He shouted, "You're Not".

Well, our worlds came together

That incredible day.

My wife said to lose him,

The kids, "Let him stay".

He discovered the camera,

Snaps "Pics" by the hour,

When you're sleeping in bed

Or taking a shower.

And his next favorite pastime

Is feeding the cat.

On Melmac, they eat rat

But, they've got to be fat.

So, he feeds it, then stalks it

But, so far as I know,

He never can catch it,

She's too fast, he's to slow.

He's a 'hair-ball', a charmer

A rogue, an upstart,

But this Heaven-sent rascal,

Sure captured my heart.

Hannah (1998)

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