Subject:  Ode to Roswell 
Date:  1997/07/02

An alien spacecraft crashed upon this site,
Leaving bits of bodies and debris
Which somehow vanished on that fateful night
(The government, of course.  Conspiracy!)

The faithful to the UFO museum
Make pilgrimage with hopes to find within
The aliens -- they can't exactly see 'em,
But artist's conceptions show what might have been.

Photos of drawings of reconstructed "Grays"
And newspaper clips adorn every wall.
Then, after viewing all of these displays
The next stop is the gift shop, down the hall.

Each keychain, mug and t-shirt has an alien on it;
More tacky than is possible to tell of in a sonnet.