My Mom and Dad -- Bill Watterson

Guest poem sent in by Priyadarshani Sarangi

(Poem #1408) My Mom and Dad My mom and my dad are not what they seem. Their dull appearance is part of their scheme. I know of their plans. I know their techniques. My parents are outer space alien freaks! They landed on earth in spaceships humongous. Posing as grownups, they now walk among us. My parents deny this, but I know the truth. They're here to enslave me and spoil my youth. Early each morning, as the sun rises, Mom and dad put on their earthling disguises. I knew right away their masks weren't legit. Their faces are lined - they sag and don't fit. The earth's gravity makes them sluggish and slow. They say not to run, wherever I go. They live by the clock. They're slaves to routines. They work the year 'round. They're almost machines. They deny that TV and fried food have much worth. They cannot be human. They're not of this earth. I cannot escape their alien gaze, And they're warping my mind with their alien ways. For sinister plots, this one is a gem. They're bringing me up to turn me into them! -- Bill Watterson

           (from "It's a Magical World")

This is one of my personal favorites from the C&H poems. I got the poem from
one of my colleagues at work - there are a surprisingly large number of C&H
fans around me it seems!

I read this following line somewhere: "I tried to get in touch with my inner
child but he isn't allowed to talk to strangers." I have been a strong believer
of alien abductions, metamorphosis of aliens into humans, etc etc since
childhood, and this poem sure would have been inspiring had I read it when I
was 5!!

Regards

Priyadarshi Sarangi