Squatty-bodied alien,
true star of “American Dad,”
pick me up in a ‘vette.
I’ll dab on Vertigo,
bring the vodka.
We’ll crash a charity ball,
flamenco on the head table.
The band will stare open-mouthed.
Silver and crystal will clatter.
Snap your long fingers,
stubby legs pounding
staccato rhythms.
Swells will spill wine,
try to snag us.
White shirts and tablecloths
will grow rosy red.
We’ll race away laughing.
Gun the engine
without a plan.
Find a gizmo
to turn me into a toon,
ride a comet bareback.
Sylvia Riojas Vaughn’s poems have appeared in Somos en escrito: The Latino literary online magazine, Triadae Magazine, and Red River Review. She’s a produced playwright, former journalist, and former ESL teacher. She belongs to Dallas Poets Community.
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Melancholy Hyperbole 
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Very creative poem….. It really paints an image that I find entertaining. I am not a poet but I get it and like it a lot .
As I have never watched American Dad, ok maybe once, I don’t understand the reference to alien. However, the visual images that the poem creates is hilarious! Invite me to that party! I enjoyed this poem very much.
Never have watched American Dad, never will, but i enjoyed your poem mucho. Fun ride. Well scripted, as is usual with your poetry. Keep writing and we will continue to enjoy your beautiful creative mind. Have fun, God Bless.