A Moral Tale (in Limerick form)

There was a man from the city
Who was annoyed with earthly depravity
He built himself a rocket ship
So out of this world he could slip
For a new life on Mars, with no gravity

This same man from the city
Thought he would find blissful eternity
When half way through his mission
He had a collision
That would bring him back to reality

And as he was tumbling
He heard a strange rumbling
A Martian ship on its way back
They stopped, they had a chat
Said the Martian “why are you grumbling?”

I find Earth far better than Mars
As my planet is littered with scars
I’m going back to rally my troops
And send to Earth exploratory groups
Your people, we’ll displace to the stars

After surviving his fall
He found Earth not bad at all
And he warned of impending invasion
Saving all life from every nation
So remember this when you set out your stall

Earth may not be healthy or clean
To leave you don’t have to be keen
And it doesn’t take drastic measures to show
That you should trust the Devil you know
For the grass on Mars isn’t green