The life on Mars
is rather sparse.
It’s very hot
and dry on Mars.
They grow mushrooms
in the dark
and walk their ogies
in the park.
They walk, so couth,
with gravitas,
for gravity
is big on Mars.
There is a festival
of spring
to bounce wildly,
scream and sing.
They light the lanterns
by the stream
and eat their mushroom-root
ice cream.
The ogies frolic
off the lead,
they quack and squeak
and pay no heed.
The spring is full
of mirth and girth,
it’s worth on Mars
its worth on Earth.
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