Once a science fiction writer moved to Saskatchewan. /
He heard that’s where all the aliens had gone. /
They’d landed there /
For the Canadian healthcare /
And belief that they could belong.
Once a science fiction writer moved to Saskatchewan. /
He heard that’s where all the aliens had gone. /
They’d landed there /
For the Canadian healthcare /
And belief that they could belong.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke, Poetry by David E. Booker
Tagged as aliens, David E. Booker, healthcare, joke, limerick, Monday, Saskatchewan, science fiction, writer, writing humor