In An Obscure Galaxy
The aristocratic Martian delicately kissed her hand
She blushed, as only an alabaster Venetian can
He ushered into his supersonic cab
Endearing himself with a superlative gift of gab
Away the two flew to an obscure galaxy
They dined on poached protoplasm and astral puree
But when it was time to pick up the tab
The aristocrat -- no gentleman he -- said shockingly
~ 'You pay for it all: I'm a woman's libber, tee-hee'
December 26, 2020
Fantasy with fictional beings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Word Count: 73 words
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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