C. T. Suddeth

Mars, the War God?

I don’t think so,

He’s utterly tiny,

He outright lied about canals,

Fibbed about his Martians.

Nothing but rusty, dusty sand,

Terrified of Jupiter’s big butt,

Dodging asteroid-bees,

He’s nothing more than a coward.

He brags about two moons,

But they’re puny marbles.  

I have to laugh at Mars,

He thinks he’s a War God.

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