Close Encounter of the Critical Kind

A UFO landed with relative grace.
Round and metallic from far off in space.
There on a ball field out by second base.
Municipal park and a pretty nice place.

I bent beside it and tightened my lace.
Looked for a door but there wasn’t a trace.
Yet then an outline that looked like a vase.
Indeed a door, so I quickened my pace.

Wiry Grays emerged and they gave chase.
Turned into quite an intensive footrace.
When they caught me it felt like they used mace.
Three of them grabbed me and got in my face.

I checked my sleeve but I had not an ace.
I guess three against one is no disgrace.
This was sheer alien, outright ukase!
They took me back in commanding embrace.

Then I was put in what looked like a chaise.
There was no lounging though--thoughts were apace.
Suddenly, though, and in total erase,
I was back home with my wife on my case.


Mono-Rhyme Poem (20 Lines)

Writer's Cramp Winner 2-1-13