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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2070817
Alicia and the meteorite.

When Alicia returned from her trip to the store,
her jaw dropped and her blue eyes grew wide by the door.
For her rug was aflame from a meteorite
that had crashed through her window one Saturday night.

Shards of glass led the way to a fiery hole
as Alicia cried out in surprise, “Bless my soul!”
Her blonde hair did a jig a she jiggled her head
and her mouth was agape at green rug glowing red

‘round the edge where the space rock from places on high
after eons adrift in the void dropped on by.
Thus, Alicia in haste made a dash for the tap
bringing liquid in glass for the burning mishap.

Pouring water on wound caused both sizzle and smoke
as our fair-haired Alicia in spasm did choke.
She took hold of a throw pillow and waved it quick,
clearing outré miasma, excessive and thick

and she ran to the front door and yanked it full force
before her respiration was taken off course.
Then as fresh air arrived and began ousting bad,
meek Alicia felt shock and surprise turn to mad

as she stomped on the carpet and tightened her jaw;
all this damage from space debris stuck in her craw.
Oh by Heaven was I made the target for fall!
Thought Alicia as she limply slumped by the wall.

But she garnered composure and regained erect
and approached the black hole so that she could inspect
the extent of the damage beneath carpet pad
caused by space rock effrontery behaving bad.

Our Alicia drew close and her eyes bulged with verve
as she noticed the meteorite had the nerve
to go clear through the flooring to basement below;
as she peered, she then noticed a metallic glow

from an orb on the floor where it lay by and by;
(once again poor Alicia could only think, Why?)
Although curious, she had the presence to seek
the right people since this was beyond merely meek.

To this day said abode is a restricted zone;
Hazmat suits must be worn--all the neighbors have flown.
Our Alicia has moved far away from her place
as authorities tackle what crashed down from space.

40 Lines
Anapestic Tetrameter

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