My right hand on the arm rest starts to cramp <br />I daren't release the tether lest I leap <br />My left hand shields my eyes, a trembling clamp <br />A millimetre gap affords a peep. <br /> <br />And so I watch as Ripley finds the nest <br />(this scene's the best, you're free to disagree) <br /> <br />…to rescue Newt, her suicidal quest <br />….in whom the viewers have their hearts invested <br />…..Ripley flambés alien eggs with zest <br />……then plucks the girl before she is digested <br />…….checks the Queen in battle breast to breast <br />……..and leaves us on a cinematic crest! <br /> <br />But six years on, we're told Newt WAS infested; <br />Why did we bother seeing ‘Alien 3'?<br /><br />Diane Hine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aliens-mostly/
