I think this is it:
Southbound On The Freeway
A tourist came in from Orbitville, parked parked in the air, and said:
The
The creatures of this star are are made of metal and glass.Through
Through the transparent parts you you can see their guts.Their
Their feet are round and roll on on diagrams of longmeasuring
measuring tapes, dark with with white lines.They
They have four eyes. The The two in back are red.Sometimes
Sometimes you can see a five-eyed one one, with a red eye turningon
on the top of his head. He He must be special--the
the others respect him and and go slowwhen
when he passes, winding among among them from behind.They
They all hiss as they glide, like like inches, down the markedtapes
tapes. Those soft shapes, shadowy shadowy insidethe
the hard bodies--are they their their guts or their brains?By May Swenson
Dunning, S., Lueders, E., Smith, H. (1996). Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle...And Other Modern Verse. NJ: Scott, Foresman and Company, p. 82.