Whilst on a walk through the city
I happened upon a sight,
Accompanying the sound of jazz
Was a vision of strange delight.
It was a gyrating alien
The predator from cinema fame,
He was bristling with weaponry
But, his appearance was rather tame.
He danced and waved at children
And rattled his trophy bones,
He had his photo taken often
And was video'd on mobile phones.
The band kept up their quick tempo
And predator smiled with his ghastly face,
I don't suppose he'd heard much jazz
Coming from outer space.
Birmingham is full oddments
An ancient church next to a space age store,
So this dancing alien fitted in nicely
My city will no doubt see some more.
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