Okay, I'm usually pretty good at deciphering what a poem is about...Post-card From an Alien was harder to follow. I think the author was describing books, clocks, cars, telephones, and I hope I am wrong, bowel movements? and then sleep.

My stab at a metaphor poem, (or is it a simile?)


Everything a super-model wants to be...

slender, smokin', and sexy.

Caught alone she won't last long,

but she always has at least one admirer.

When she is with her crowd,

they can take your breath away, but

they are un-moved by their surrounding's.

Let her get into your head, and

you will never forget the message,

I know, I used to love that tune she hums.