About the Poem

A poem about crop circles, the strange, geometric patterns which appear as if by magic in fields of corn and which some rather credulous people think are the work of aliens.

Category

Humorous Poems

Style

Rhyming poem

Author

Paul Curtis

Across The Void

From a highly sophisticated civilization
Far in advance of our own
They crossed the great void of space
To make patterns in the fields we’ve sown
If that is their idea of fun
They must be the dullest aliens ever known.

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