The Invasion

One dark and stormy Thursday,
In the middle of the night,
I was woken early,
By a strong pulsating light.

A space rocket had landed,
In the back, behind our shed,
They didn’t really come in peace,
They came with guns instead.

Within a year, the robots ruled,
Humans were just trash,
Last in line, no room, no time,
Forgotten in a flash.

Then they went and killed the guy
Who charged them up at night
They all went flat, well fancy that,
No robots left to fight.

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