If I Were a Poet

Yesterday I woke up;
shortly after dawn.
I looked out my window
and saw a spaceship on the lawn.

Little green men trampled
my flower garden flat.
One ate my rose bush,
and another ate my cat.

I was paralyzed by fear,
not knowing what to do.
But before I could call for help,
the spaceship up and flew.

They came and went so fast,
for which I’m very glad.
As for why they left so soon—
The cat must have tasted bad.