Lars from Mars

THE MAN FROM MARS

I once met a man who came from Mars
The tag on his shirt said his name was Lars.
Instead of a pair of eyes, he had three
and right in a line where his nose ought to be.

His nose was sitting on top of his head
and was colored a kind of purply red.
His hairs were as thick as spaghetti strands.
On the end of each arm he had two hands.

I stared at him, saying “Lars, I’m Billy
and, by the way, you sure look silly.”
He looked up and down, not moving his head,
“You appear pretty odd yourself,” he said.

“How can you smell what’s up in the air
with a nose pointed down? Or don’t you care?
How handy are you with just one of two paws
on the end of each arm, without any claws?”

Then I saw that his nails (all twenty) were long
and were pointy and thick and probably strong.
I smiled, “We’re different, I don’t deny.
But you have my respect. I bid you goodbye.”

I never again saw the man called Lars
or anyone else who came from Mars.
But from that day on, I watch out because
I remember that hair, that nose, those claws.

 

Mary E. Moore
The HyperTexts

 

 

 

SALUTE

“Chik,” “Chik.” They sound their alarm.
Like sentries, I imagine, on the lookout for harm.

“Watch out!” “Look alert!” “Members beware!”
“What trouble comes?” “Who threatens there?”

Their camps are gaps in a high stone wall,
chosen with care. This fortress won’t fall.

In uniforms trimmed with colored stripes,
they dive down holes and dash through pipes.

Each one of the troops is alert and clean,
fit for inspection by the fussiest queen.

Maybe not heros, everything dared.
More like boy scouts, always prepared.

If you can’t guess now, you deserve to flunk.
I describe and salute the spunky chipmunk.

 

Mary E. Moore
Quothade, an anthology,
Edgar Lawson, Ed.

 

 

 

WHO WOULD BE BEST?

            To be read to toddlers aged two to four. Shown
            with pictures of a pony, a bee, a fish, a dog, a
            cat, a bird, a cow, a rabbit and a squirrel.

Who would be best to give you a ride?
The pony, if grownups can walk alongside.

Who would be best for you not to annoy?
The bee who might sting a girl or a boy.

Who would be best to take a long swim?
The fish who breathes water and always stays in.

Who would be best to teach to play ball?
The doggie who knows his name when you call.

Who would be best at giving a purr?
The cat, when someone is petting her fur.

Who would be best at building a nest?
The bird whose eggs need somewhere to rest.

Who would be best to help fill your glass?
The cow who makes milk from chewing on grass.

Who would be best at hearing a sound?
The bunny whose ears are the biggest around.

Who would be best to jump between trees?
The squirrel whose tail lets him balance with ease.

Who would be best to give you a kiss?
The one who loves to be reading you this.

 

Mary E. Moore
The Hyper Texts

 

 

 

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