(Poem 85 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Everyone’s headed to the spaceship drive-in
for an intergalactic action film that’s fun for all.
There’ll be grays and goblins and little green men
flatwoods, skyfish, and even a reptilian.

The shiphops stay busy on opening night
zipping back and forth to bring snacks port side—
rocket fizzing popcorn, chocolate mint moon pie,
orders of Martian marshmallows left and right.

Tall whites and other Nordics get a little loud,
igniting their thrusters and honking their horns,
shooting coil guns upward, making a smoke cloud,
their rowdy mischief annoying the older crowd.

Lovers hold all the hands and some are lip to lip,
but others actually want to watch this latest release.
Some moviegoers flew many lightyears round trip,
while others are here just to show off their new ship.

Whatever the reason for coming here to see
this movie at the drive-in on planet Jupiterion,
everyone will have some fun this night of revelry.
It will be a good time, on this we all agree.

@Home Studio – 85^th poem of the year