Persoonlijke Ontplooiing

A long long time ago I met a girl called Melissa. We both studied in Debrecen, Hungary, and she wrote the following poem in my little poetry book

I fell in love with an alien being
whose skin was jelly, whose teeth were green.
She had the big bug eyes and the death-ray glare,
feet like water wings, purple hair.
I was over the moon, I asked her back to my place,
then I married the monster from outer space
The days were numbered, the nights were spent
in a rent-free, furnished oxygen tent,
when a cyborg chef served up moon beams,
done super rapid on a laser beam.
I needed nutrition to keep up the pace
when I married the monster from outer space
But when we went walking, tentacle in hand
you could sense that the earthlings would not understand.
They'd go... nudge nudge... when we got off the bus,
saying It's extra-terrestial, not like us
and It's bad enough with another race,
but fuck me... a monster from outer space!
In a cybernetic fit of rage
she pissed off to another age.
She lives in 1999
with her new boyfriend - a blob of slime.
Each time I see her translucent face
I remember the monster from outer space