Aliens o

Aliens have landed, 

It is distressing they are here,

They piloted their flying saucer through our atmosphere.

They landed like a meteor engulfed in smoke and flame

Then out they climbed immersed in slime and burbled as they came.   

Their hands are greasy,

Their heads are weird machines their bodies look like cauliflower and smell like decayed sardines.                 

Their blood is liquid helium their eyes are made of granite,

Their breath exudes the stench of food from some unearthly planet.        

 But still, I would like to meet an alien wouldn't that be neat?

I am sure there is not another creature I would rather meet.