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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!

Jill McDougall

Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #45

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