Martian-Ess

I’m so much in love with a lass from above It leaves such a knot in my gut For it’s hard to kiss, one’s favourite miss When her tongue dangles out of her butt Her eyes grow on stalks, which sway when she walks And I really like licking her skin I get naughty thoughts when I’m sucking her warts For her sweat is effectively gin Her big bulbous nose and her seventeen toes All sprout from her one massive foot And her head is quite bare save for one curly hair While her teeth are the colour of soot I know that her face is all over the place With a most private place for an ear But I can’t resist those moments of bliss When she whispers my name from her rear It might seem absurd, but haven’t you heard That there are no men up on Mars So they come to Earth when they want to give birth And chat up the men in our bars But she can’t conceive with our human creed So Martian girls self propagate They just use us lot to get themselves hot For there’s no compatible mate But now I’ve been shown her erogenous zone You won’t find me getting all glum There’s one naughty place on the side of her face You should see what she has for a thumb.