Limerick Cycle 2: Vitamin C vs. the Saucers (2/3)

There were twenty-four saucers that landed. They destroyed all the citrons I'd planted. And then portals ripped open As I stood there "nope"in''; My old point of view surely expanded.

So I grabbed up my trusty old ray gun, And I started to shoot. I had taken Just p'raps two or three shots, When my gun fribbed the plotz! Oh I tell ya, my intestines were shaken!

Well, a stream of these bug-eyed pig beasts Headed t'wards me, clothing black as a priest's. I was forced into action, So t'hell with distraction! I _refused_ to be one of their feasts.

I had baskets of fruit right on hand, And with nothing to lose, took a stand: Yes, I pelted their snoots With my crates of grapefruits; The invasion did NOT go as planned!

For it seemed citric acid was harmful To the puggies. I grabbed one more armful, And I juiced 'em real good, Till not one of 'em stood There before me. I'd killed me a swarmful.