Pests at my Door

 I remember performing this somewhere. It may have been at the Cafe Au Lait in Macksville


PESTS AT MY DOOR

I dreamed the other night

Aliens arrived from outer space

Gate-crashed a barbecue

That was held at my place

They were pretty cool guys

Didn't mean any harm

Had something to offer

So I rewarded them with my charm


“Do you speak English,” I asked

They looked at each other

“What religion are you,” again

They looked at each other

I didn't feel intimidated

And just continued being me

They didn't seem to mind

and sat relaxed on my settee


They taught me a thing or two

Maybe three Four or Five

Dreaming is just natural

I'm so glad to be alive

When I woke the sound of knocks

Someone was at my door

Pale faced bloody Bible sellers

Come to rob the poor

“Do you speak English,” I asked

They looked at each other

“What religion are you,” again

They looked at each other

I didn't feel intimidated

Didn't realize I was in the nude

They ran away quick

I really didn't mean to be rude


©Ron Beswick 3/07/2010




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