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THE ALTERNATIVE THEORY.
THE ALTERNATIVE THEORY. There were a time that whiled away unrecognised by man, between, when dinosaurs became extinct and human kind began. This middle time when-by the World in all it's infancy, lay pure and green and innocent for all the stars to see. When upon this small blue planet hanging aimlessly in space, there lit a tiny shiny craft and a small an hairy race. The race were known as whimsy, though not at all as there name implies, most were scholars and scientists they’d never heard of lies. Rather short 'n' plump with yellow noses hairy feet, their ears were large by comparison to their eyes quite small and neat. They came in mostly earthen tones of brown and tan and fawn, they wore jewellery made of cabbages 'n' radishes and corn. They mostly ate three times their weight for breakfast more for lunch, all through the day a mile away one could hear them slurp 'n' crunch. But eat was not their only chore they worked toward the day, for time was of the essence soon they must be on their way. They farmed and studied making notes preparing mother earth, for soon they knew would come the day of the all important birth. The birth of course in question should really be defined, as the moment you and I appeared the birth of all mankind. Then came the day when all the parts were finally in place, the Whimsy climbed aboard their craft and headed into space. In search of planets distant to like Mother Earth prepare, in order life should flourish cross the cosmos far and near. To us they left a gift of such incalculable worth, for now, the sound of children playing echoed all around the earth. And as the tiny shiny craft shoots off amongst the stars, there's some that claim this tale is stretched but none to say how far.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2015-08-14 11:24:14
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Love it. So cute and utterly entertaining. Should line one be was a time? That aside this is such a creative bit of writing. I kept picturing the aliens to be like the seven dwarfs. I would love to think that might be the way we all stared out. I also keep thinking that this poem could easily be expanded into a children's book
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