Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.
A response to the "Aliens in Santa Barbara" challenge
I felt like making this a poem, so I did.
This type of poem is called a pantoum.
The sun was bright and wind blew free
As Shawn sat upon his motorbike
Under the shade of a sycamore tree
As he made his way to work at Psych.
As Shawn sat upon his motorbike
He saw it move across the sky.
As he made his way to work at Psych
He followed the thing that he saw fly.
He saw it move across the sky,
A saucer flying with all lights flared.
He followed the thing that he saw fly.
Its destination made him scared.
A saucer flying with all lights flared
Stopped above his office space.
Its destination made him scared;
Inside, Gus filed at a steady pace.
Stopped above his office space,
The craft let out a beam of light.
Inside, Gus filed at a steady pace,
Floating out of the psychic's sight.
The craft let out a beam of light.
The entire building followed, too,
Floating out of the psychic's sight.
The lack of insurance Shawn did rue.
The entire building followed, too,
And puppy dogs walking along the street.
The lack of insurance Shawn did rue.
Nothing was left but broken concrete
And puppy dogs walking along the street,
Seeing the visit to his dad's.
Nothing was left but broken concrete
And buckets of fish lying there in scads.
Seeing the visit to his dad's,
Shawn knew that he got there too late,
And buckets of fish lying there in scads
Revealed the next to meet their fate.
Shawn knew that he got there too late
When beams of light with too much flare
Revealed the next to meet their fate:
A head of salt-and-pepper hair.
When beams of light with too much flare
Lifted up, without a doubt,
A head of salt-and-pepper hair,
"Curse you!" Lassiter cried out
Lifted up, without a doubt,
Away from work and pens and ink.
"Curse you!" Lassiter cried out,
"Wake up, you fool! It's time to think!"
Away from work and pens and ink,
Jules approached and slapped him hard.
"Wake up, you fool! It's time to think
Before you, mentally, are scarred!"
Jules approached and slapped him hard.
"Things here aren't what they seem.
Before you, mentally, are scarred,
Wake up from this stupid dream!
"Things here aren't what they seem,
Thank goodness. Oh my God forbid!
Wake up from this stupid dream!"
That's exactly what Shawn did.
Thank goodness. Oh my God forbid!
Under the shade of a Sycamore tree,
That's exactly what Shawn did.
The sun was bright and wind blew free.
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