Orion's Onion
Hollywood
Oh,
The alien from space,
Orion, his suspect Stars,
I'd say, in the far away,
Parked his saucer
In the underground Hollywood garage,
The attendant unflumoxed
By its wheelless glide,
And unfased when the alien
Went up to the outside
Costumed throng waiting for entry
To the premier of a favorite space opera.
He was a scout, or some such,
Not given to talking much,
And exiting with the satisfied
Murmuring crowd,
Overheard said,
'Hollywood is so real!'
And couldn't agree more.
DeerDolphin
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