A
Martian Stole My Blueberry Pie
By
John Kaniecki
I
set out coveting Venus
But
just between us
I
had the concern
Of
getting a red burn
From
the sun’s glare
So
great was the scare
That
I turned tail toward Saturn
Oh
the lesson I would learn
We
were in the asteroid belt
When
my legs felt
As
if they were going to melt
So
there in the midnight high
I
baked a blueberry pie
It
was sweet and complete
And
looked great to eat
Well
I had a skeleton crew
Numbering
few
I
did not have a second thought
And
in my folly I was caught
For
come passing Jupiter’s moon
I
checked upon my pie
And
sure as the sky
Somebody
did consume far too soon
My
delicious desert
And
boy did it hurt
I
examined the large man from Titan
He
looked guilty as sin
But
it didn’t make sense
And
I could produce no evidence
Then
I saw the Martian’s teeth
They
were blue underneath
So
we charged him with treason
And
for no good reason
He
was evicted into deep space
Where
he vanished without a trace
The
moral of this fable
Is
don’t leave a blueberry pie
Unattended
on a table
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