A Poem about Rockybado

Things are fine at first,

Then the aliens are cunning

And take everything they want,

Such as the TV.

Among other things.

They might act as quiet as an extra-terrestrial,

Or decide to be loud and host a fiesta,

With a piñata and a live mariachi band

That plays the most exotic Mexican music.

It’s a battle between subcultures.

Only much less violent.

They actually take a comical stance,

And try to sing random songs

In their horribly off-key voices.

We can get an opportunity to

Meet these aliens.

And most importantly,

The King of Texamilio.

A blue alien with a moustache,

A scarlet cloak, and a crown,

Who normally goes by the name of

Rockybado.