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This poem's about my friend from Mars. WARNING: This poem contains the sniffing of cats! |
| There's this certain little person And I know he's not normal He's got two giant antennae His language is always formal His skin is oddly colored It's a greenish sort of hue And you can't help but fidget When his three eyes stare at you His name does not make sense It's not the least bit masculine Don't laugh when I say it But he goes by "Betty Finn" He behaves out of the norm And people are often scared When he reveals his third eye And stares without a care There's no doubt he's weird I have undeniable proof He stares at the sky every night And sits on top of my roof But that's not all the evidence There's more to it than that He often crawls on the floor And sniffs out my two cats But here's the real jaw-dropper He actually comes from afar In fact, you would never guess That he's my friend from Mars. |