Dean Whitbread 2020
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An alien walked into a bar
And he said, “I have come very far;
It is no cliché
An extremely long way,
From way beyond yon distant star.”The barman, he scratched his head.
“What can I get you?” he said.
“A lager and lime,”
He replied, “And I’ve time
For another nine pints before bed.”So, ten pints of lager he downed
Then disappeared without making a sound
And the regulars swore
As he pushed the swing door
That his feet never once touched the ground.
