Crop Circle Hoaxing
Two Wiltshire folklore pupils
Made circles where they chose,
It takes a lack of scruples
To waste the time of those
With faith in UFOs.
The older one was Tony,
A grey-haired sceptic who
Deemed poltergeist clues phoney,
Loch Ness reports untrue
And close encounters too.
Young Joe his chum, long-fattened
On cider used to sing
As joyfully they flattened
Crops down into a ring,
Yes, Joe enjoyed the sting.
In their local The Dragon
Run by old Nobby Parnes
Plans came with every flagon,
So after ale and yarns
They drove to Alton Barnes.
Past midnight set to harm land
Bright torches shone at one,
An outline in the farmland
By half past two was done,
Both hoped their work would stun.
These hoaxers in the grey light
Of dawn returned to see
If any in the daylight
Mistook a forgery
For space reality.
'Someone's been 'ere before us!'
Cried Tony who'd forgot
Some things are meant to awe us,
To change a Wiltshire spot
The night had left a lot:
Like that Led Zeppelin cover,
An imprint unsurpassed
Quite unlike any other
Lay intricate and vast,
A crushed gold cornfield blast.
As Tony knelt down humbled
He wondered at each track
In shock and young Joe mumbled
'I need some Scrumpy Jack',
Their open minds were back.
Such forms can be derided
And hoaxes increase mirth,
While I stay undecided
On visitors to Earth,
To ponder has great worth.
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