Here come the Martians
Here come the Martians, green as peas
as my spacecraft lands in thick brown seas.
They swamp my ship like some disease
so I zap myself to the broccoli trees.
As I grab my fork-shaped Ultra-Stun,
the Martians squeak (in Martian) “Run!”
They hide beneath a buttered bun
but I take them prisoner one by one.
I’m having super-cosmic fun
when Humanoid Robot XP One
drones: Earth to Mars – this is your mum
do NOT play with your dinner son!
Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #45