Sense Sonnet - Chiller

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While piloting my fighter jet

I ram into a U.F.O.

My crashing is a certain bet,

So I eject and out I go.

As I'm parachuting to ground,

I can see it, I have no doubt,

The U.F.O. hovers around.

My air tube clogs and I pass out.

Amid flowers and grass I wake,

As C.P.R. is done on me.

I look and do a double take.

My rescuer is an E.T.

Quite a story I'll have I guess

When I am called before Congress.