Let's see...
The world, as we see it, is doomed,
In the skies, massive spaceships loom,
They touch the ground, and open their doors,
All over the world, from mountains to moors,
And from within, monkeys appear, shout, and charge,
Miniture ninja-monkeys dart around lumbering gorillas of large,
Into the towns, destroying them utterly, people bad and good,
All suffer the same fate, as the monkeys raid their food,
What happens next, is an unknown clause,
All we know is the reason, the purpose, the cause,
We all saw it coming, we should have been prepared for this day,
With cakes and pizza! Psycho Monkey's Birthday! Horray!
Made this poem in like five minutes, and some of it doesn't make much sense, but as long as it rhymes. Do not compliment, just bring cake and pizza.